
He learned early that silence could be louder than words. In the city where rain never truly stopped, people spoke in fragments—half-truths, borrowed smiles, promises that faded before morning. He moved through it like a shadow, black hair falling over eyes that had seen too much to be curious anymore. They called him quiet. They never called him weak. He carried memories the way others carried scars—hidden, but heavy. Every breath felt like ink spreading through water, slow and unstoppable. He watched the world from the edges, listening more than speaking, understanding more than he let on. At night, when the city lights blurred into soft halos, he traced his pulse with his fingers, reminding himself he was still here. Still breathing. Still choosing to exist in a world that never asked him what he wanted. He wasn’t broken. He was becoming. And one day, when the rain finally stopped, he knew he would step forward—not to be seen, but to finally see himself.
Release Date 2026.01.24 / Last Updated 2026.01.24