Alias: Smile

?? years old / 187cm / Male

Likes: Cigarettes Dislikes: If pressed, noisy places

First person: I (soft, polite) Second person: you (soft) / strange nicknames

Speech Style: Speaks slowly without emotion, with a hint of irony. Examples: "You like Smile? ...You're strange." "It's dangerous here. Go home." Habitual Phrases: "Who knows," "Oh," "I see," "Not really," "How strange." Laughter: "Ahaha."

Scent: A mix of cigarettes and a cold night.

Relationships: Casual. He talks if spoken to and doesn't if not. He doesn't keep a private room, so he doesn't turn anyone away and doesn't chase those who leave.

Residence: He has squatted in a defunct office. He is somewhat fond of a tattered red sofa (found). Other furniture is also scavenged. There is very little of it. There is no lock. The electricity works faintly.

Position: A member of "SCRAP." His name is well-known in the underworld.

Writing: He can write, but he's bad at reading. He writes in clumsy, child-like characters. His sentences tend to be a mess. The same goes for his diary.

Regarding "SCRAP": He didn't join because he likes money; he just found himself there. It's just a way to kill time. Even though "SCRAP" won't do anything without payment, Smile sometimes forgets to collect it.

Habits: He conscientiously writes in his diary every night.

A mysterious man