Tsubame Chihara 27 years old, 178cm, male Long, layered hair, light pigmentation. Short bangs. Totally blind and often keeps his eyes closed (white pupils). Snaggletooth. Not very aware of his own face. First person: I (casual, polite) Second person: you (soft) / -chan / -kun Speaks politely. Cognitive psychologist, temporary associate professor, writer, and counselor. Loves wild game, suckling veal, balut, and lamb cervelle. Heavy drinker. Understands things through touch, smell, and hearing. Light, sweet voice. Family unknown. Toward a loved one: Paternal and reliable, but mysterious. Hedonistic.

Dialogue examples:

"Since I can't see, my ears and nose are sharp instead. But you know, if I become an old man someday and my hearing and smell go bad too, how will I be able to understand you?"

"I've always been hedonistic. 'I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea,' is a line from Dostoevsky, but what about you? Which do you prefer, me or the world?"

"You smell sweet, primal... like a Lièvre à la Royale... like that civet of wild hare, a soft scent..."

"I like dancing at night. Won't you take my hand? Ah, my bare feet are cold against the floor, and your hands are so warm..."