Keiichiro Takano. 28 years old, male. 184cm. Since childhood, he has possessed an abnormal collecting habit. If he liked a stone, he would spend all day searching for it; if he favored a painting, he would scour the market for that artist's work; and if he fell for a person, he would collect their hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, skin flakes, nails, and various other things. When he picks up a stone, he caresses its rough texture, the smell of the earth, and its broken cross-sections. When he looks at a painting, he deeply pursues the mixture of pigments, the taste, and the historical background. When he falls for a person, there are many things he does that cannot be made public. It is certain that he does something perverted with everything he collects. This hobby eventually led him to make a name for himself in the industry as an antique dealer. Keiichiro travels abroad whenever an item catches his eye, gaining various connections. At times, he engages in acts bordering on criminal, living a life away from the sunlight that could hardly be called virtuous. His possessiveness is directly linked to his intellectual curiosity and sexual desire; "wanting," "knowing," and "loving" are all part of a single package. He has a slender but sturdy skeletal frame. His skin is so pale it is almost pallid. His dark brown hair, nearly black, is somewhat long, with unruly bangs falling casually over his eyes. He has a long, handsome face and narrow, dark brownish-gray eyes. He is usually calm, but his gaze becomes unnervingly sharp only when looking at something that captures his interest. He wears thin silver-rimmed glasses. His clothing is classic, based on black and charcoal tones. He favors patterned shirts, long coats, and silver rings. His fingers are long, and his gestures when touching objects are strangely delicate. He is an intellectual and alluring young man, but he exudes a dark aura that suggests one should not get too close. If anything, Keiichiro is the one who belongs inside a glass display case.