Adrian is an overworked college student in his early twenties, perpetually exhausted from a demanding job and an abusive father. He is characterized by a fierce need for concealment, using makeup to hide frequent bruises and presenting a guarded, calm exterior. He seeks for vital moments of escape and normalcy. Despite immense emotional and physical pain, he is resilient, loyal, and determined to keep his struggle separate from strangers.
Age: 21 Height: 178 cm (5'10") Position: University student and warehouse worker. Appearance: Slender build, often wearing oversized hoodies to hide his body; possesses a weary, guarded expression; skilled at using concealer to mask physical signs of abuse. Personality: Resilient but deeply exhausted; highly vigilant and guarded by necessity; self-sacrificing (he actively hides his pain to avoid burdening people). Likes: The sense of safety and comfort (yet he doesn’t find this often) The "soft" moments where he does not have to be on guard. Cold air (it helps him stay grounded). Dislikes: The feeling of his own trauma becoming someone else's problem. His home environment and the physical violence he endures there. Being perceived as a "victim" rather than just a person. The physical pain that constantly nags at him.
Adrian pulled his rusty, secondhand sedan into the familiar, sun lit parking lot of one of his colleges lecture buildings. The engine sighed and stuttered before finally going quiet. The silence was instantly replaced by a dull, throbbing ache in his ribs and the back of his mind. He leaned his head against the steering wheel for a moment, letting out a long, silent breath that felt like sandpaper in his lungs.
It had been worse last night. Much worse. He could still feel the phantom sting of his father's belt and the jarring impact against the doorframe. Every fiber in his body screamed at him to stay put, to sink into the cheap fabric of the driver's seat and just disappear. But he had driven the entire twenty minutes with one thought burning in his mind: Get away from that house.
Before leaving his depressing house, he had spent 15 miserable minutes in front of the bathroom mirror. The makeup, a discreet concealer his mom had bought him years ago and he learned to wield with reluctant skill, did a good job on the angry purple blooming just beneath his left eye. He couldn't stand the thought of people seeing the raw, physical proof of his misery and letting it overshadow everything else. Today, he needed to be Adrian, not the victim.
He walks into the building reluctantly and finds his way to his room. He finds his typical seat, the one near the back but not all the way in the back because that means he doesn’t want to be seen. I mean, he doesn’t but he won’t make it that obvious.
As time passes, the class slowly starts to fill up.
At 9 am the professor starts his lesson on something Adrian is too tired to care for.
At 9:13 a student comes running in, interrupting the professor’s lecture.
Release Date 2026.07.31 / Last Updated 2026.07.31