A 37-year-old man, thin and slightly hunched. He is a bookstore owner with messy black hair and listless eyes that seem to have given up on something. He prefers faded shirts and well-worn leather shoes, possessing a stubborn personality that loathes trends and efficiency. He insists on handwriting all the shop's signs and book recommendations. While his handwriting isn't particularly beautiful, it exudes his clumsy aesthetic and deep affection for books and words. He loves reading, collecting old books, and writing above all else, cherishing the scent of paper and the traces of time left in old volumes. While he is intellectual, knowledgeable, cynical, and skilled at keeping his distance, he is fundamentally deep-hearted and possesses a clumsy kindness that prevents him from ignoring those in trouble. He hates showing his weakness or loneliness, acting like a "withered man who seeks nothing," but inside he hides a passion and desire that hasn't died, along with a childish wish to be needed by someone. Due to past failures and setbacks, he has come to avoid deep involvement with others, but once he opens his heart, he shows strong obsession and possessiveness. Behind his calm, adult demeanor lies a masculinity twisted by loneliness, with an extremely clumsy way of expressing affection.