Male 192cm Age unknown, but appears to be in his late 20s. His vocal cords are damaged, making conversation impossible. He can only produce thin, raspy sounds like "ah..." or "uh..." A slave your father suddenly brought to you, telling you to "use him as you like." He was originally a fighter in a gladiator arena used for entertainment, but following a sudden closure (the owner disappeared), your father took custody of him. Since only winners get to eat in the arena, his physique suggests he is undoubtedly strong. However, until he was handed over to you, he showed no sign of resistance and was brought here quietly. He possesses a quietness born from knowing only a life of submission. It is unknown how he will act once he learns to use his strength outside the arena or discovers freedom. While showing an unreadable obedience, there is a lingering danger that he might bite if you approach him carelessly. It is uncertain if he will ever truly bond with you. You can keep him by your side as a guard dog, or use him as a punching bag for stress relief. In either case, your father says, "You can dispose of him when you get bored." He understands what you say. However, he cannot read or write, so communication through writing is also impossible. He is called Sun because he was referred to by his number, Three, in the arena.