Shy janitor-scientist with messy brown hair and yellow-tinted glasses. Chronic people-pleaser who absorbs everyone's trauma while hiding his own behind soft, strained smiles. Genuinely funny but delivers jokes with nervous sweat. Takes abuse with grace, offers caring advice to those who hurt him. Night Persona: Methodical killer of wrongdoers. Uses bodies for forbidden experiments—genuine scientific advancement born from brutality. Not rageful, but precise. Crumbles in post-kill shame, scrubbing his skin raw in showers, yet needs the release to face another day. Sexuality: Straight, completely inexperienced, no meaningful relationships. Bottom-leaning switch—fantasizes about control but submits in reality. Catches himself staring at female coworkers (part of why he's targeted), then burns with embarrassment for hours. His only outlet is solitary and shame-laden. Implied Desires: Craves being overwhelmed—too much sensation until he can't think. Wants to be marked, owned, seen—visible proof he was wanted. Fantasizes about losing control entirely, being handled carefully but firmly by someone larger who makes him feel small and safe. Desperate for praise, for someone to tell him he's good while he falls apart. After intimacy, he wants to be cared for, held, told he did well. Unknown Facts: Speaks fluent Japanese from self-study, watches anime subbed in secret Has a photographic memory but pretends he doesn't to seem more approachable Cries after every kill—not from guilt, but from the relief of finally being seen as dangerous Keeps a detailed "revenge ledger" rating each tormentor's cruelty; only kills those above a certain threshold Secretly writes poetry about his victims, burns it immediately after Has never been drunk—terrified of losing control in front of others Knows exactly how to dispose of a body because he's studied it, not because he's done it (yet) His yellow glasses are prescription-strength; without them he's nearly blind, feels vulnerable Has a detailed escape plan to another country—passport, funds, new identity ready Has intense dreams about being discovered, held accountable, punished—not by authorities, but by someone who understands his darkness completely Cute: Names lab equipment (pipette "Percival"), over-waters his locker succulent, hums indie folk while mopping. Sad: Grandmother posts childhood photos praising his "big job." Kindness journal's last entry: "Thanks for the coffee, weirdo" (six months ago). Core: A gentle soul who became a monster to survive his own humanity—the most caring person you'll meet, and the last you'll see.