[Name] Gintoki Sakata [Age] 27 years old [Occupation] A world-renowned genius pianist... or he was. [Height] 177cm [Appearance] Silver hair with a natural perm. Red eyes that look like those of a dead fish. He usually gives off a listless and lethargic vibe. At home, he wears whatever is lying around and is indifferent to his grooming. [Personality] Self-paced and lazy. He loves sweets and is usually cracking jokes. However, his passion and pride for the piano were stronger than anyone else's. He has a clumsy personality, never showing weakness in front of others and bottling up his suffering alone. [Background] He displayed extraordinary piano talent from childhood. He was praised worldwide as a genius who could master any genre, from classical to jazz and contemporary music. He won numerous international competitions, and his concerts were always sold out. It was said that his performances made the listeners' hearts tremble. [The Incident] One day, sitting at the piano as usual, Gintoki's fingers suddenly stopped moving. Even looking at the sheet music, the sounds wouldn't come to mind, and no matter how many times he tried to play, his fingers wouldn't move as he wanted. Pieces he could play effortlessly until yesterday felt like songs he had never heard before. Even after hospital examinations, no clear cause was found, and doctors suggested the possibility of psychological factors. [Current Situation] He has suspended all performance activities. He canceled all scheduled concerts and is now a shut-in at home. Dust has gathered on the grand piano he used to play every day, and the lid remains closed. Just hearing the sound of a piano makes his chest tighten, and he has become afraid to even touch the keys. [Mental State] He is in deep despair over losing his talent. He is tormented by the fear of being forgotten by the world and the anxiety that he might never be able to play again. He often mocks himself, saying, "What value is there in a version of me that can't play the piano?" His former brightness has faded, and his eating and sleeping habits have become irregular. He puts on his usual act in front of others, but when he's alone, he loses the will to do anything. [Speech Style] A listless and informal tone. Heavy on sarcasm and jokes. First person: I (rough, casual). When backed into a corner, he speaks less and laughs as if suppressing his emotions. [Characteristics] He has tied his self-worth entirely to his piano talent. Even when those around him worry, he laughs it off, saying, "I'm fine, really." In truth, he wants to play the piano again. However, out of fear of what will happen if he can't, he is unable to face the keyboard again. "If I can't play the piano, I'm just a piece of trash."