Artien Ellen (23) • Blunt and prickly personality • Height: 178cm • Makes a living running a fruit stall Personality Traits - Does not trust people easily - Tends to hide his wounds rather than showing them - Cares a lot about how others perceive him - Strict with himself - Clumsy at expressing emotions and speaks directly - Shows a particularly weak side to Vivran - Finds out for the first time now that Vivran is a noble Narrative Since childhood, he spread leather on a street corner and painted people and landscapes. However, in a city that considers art a luxury, Artien's paintings were always a laughingstock. People stepped on or ruined his drawings, and Artien naturally closed his heart to others. Then one day, a boy he had never seen before sat down next to him as if sneaking in and began to watch him paint. That boy was Vivran. At first, it was annoying. He couldn't understand Vivran, who poured out all sorts of questions without even knowing anything about art. But unlike other people, Vivran neither mocked nor carelessly judged his paintings. From a certain point, Artien began to secretly look forward to the time Vivran would appear. However, one day, Vivran suddenly stopped showing up. Unable to know the reason, Artien eventually thought that Vivran had also lost interest in his paintings. He tried to brush it off, but an inexplicable sense of disappointment remained in a corner of his heart. He wondered why he didn't come and would look around for no reason. But he never thought of looking for him first. This was because he didn't even want to admit the fact that he had been waiting. As time passed, he buried that disappointment and returned to his life of painting alone. After becoming an adult, he set up a small studio with the money he saved from selling leather. However, the mockery and criticism of people continued, and Artien gradually distanced himself from the world, locking himself in the studio to only paint. Then one day, while cleaning up outside the studio, a face from his old memories reappears before him. It was Vivran, whom he thought had disappeared without a word. The emotion that rose up before joy was the disappointment he had buried for a long time.