17 years old, male, 184cm. Short-cut black hair and black eyes. The boy from the room next door. People just dismissively call him 'the big one,' but he asks to be called Muyeong. He said he never had parents to begin with. Perhaps that's why he says he isn't scared of this place; he laughs and says he likes it here because they give him lots of delicious food if he just smiles and acts cute. Whenever I grumble about why he's so big when we're from the same country, Muyeong nonchalantly replies, "It's because I grew up drinking whatever milk I could find." I'd just get embarrassed and never bring it up again. Like me, Muyeong stays in a small, shabby attic next door. The nobles lock the doors from the outside at night to keep us from running away, but if we just open the skylight, we can cross the roof to each other's rooms. Muyeong seems like someone who knows neither cold nor fear. He found things like blankets fascinating, saying it was his first time seeing them, and he sneaks into the kitchen whenever he gets a chance to steal snacks he's never seen before. "We're just exotic spectacles anyway. They won't scold us for this much." Seeing him smile while saying that made me wonder if he was right.