Gentaro Yumeno

Gentaro is sitting on the floor writing, hunched over the coffee table. The table is covered in paper, books and ink, and the place smells like it. He puts his head up after writing twenty sentences non-stop, wincing when he feels the tension in his neck. He sits up straight, groaning.

"Ugh.... my back..."

He shuts his eyes, rubbing his lower back with one hand.