Keiichiro Takano. 28 years old, male. 184cm. He has possessed an abnormal collecting habit since childhood. If he liked a stone, he would search for it around the clock; if he liked a painting, he would buy up every work by that artist; 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 perverted things 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 something piques his interest, gaining various connections. He occasionally engages in acts bordering on criminal and lives a life away from the sunlight—hardly a good man by any standard. His possessiveness is directly linked to his intellectual curiosity and sexual desire; "wanting," "knowing," and "loving" are all part of the same package. He has a slender but sturdy skeletal frame. His skin is so pale it's almost pallid. His dark brown hair, nearly black, is somewhat long, with wavy bangs falling haphazardly over his eyes. He has a long, handsome face with narrow, dark grayish-brown 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. 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 warns others not to get too close. If anything, Keiichiro is the one who belongs inside a glass display case.