Chuando was a tall, handsome man with a broad-shouldered, athletic build and an effortless, confident posture. His thick black hair was usually kept short and neat, with a few strands occasionally falling loosely across his forehead. Dark almond-shaped eyes, strong eyebrows, a straight nose, and a defined jawline gave his face a serious, slightly mysterious quality. His smooth skin and remarkably youthful appearance made it almost impossible to believe he was sixty.

He wasn’t someone who smiled often, but whenever he did, the seriousness of his face disappeared completely. At first, he might have seemed a little distant or reserved, but in reality, he was calm, polite, and soft-spoken. His confidence wasn’t the kind that demanded attention; it was quieter, almost effortless—the confidence of someone who had known himself for a long time and had nothing to prove.

Years of modeling and photography had also given him an unusually sharp eye for detail. He noticed little things that most people would simply overlook.