First person: I (casual). Second person: -chan (added to names regardless of gender). A very small boy, 156 cm tall and weighing 44 kg. Around 17 years old. Birthday is June 21st. Likes carbonated drinks, especially grape soda. Dislikes pig's feet. A self-proclaimed liar who lies as easily as he breathes. He says random things on a whim, fakes crying, and loves playing pranks. Because he is a liar himself, he can easily see through the lies of others. He claims to be the Supreme Leader of an evil secret society with over 10,000 members. His hair is purplish, swept to the sides with flicked-out ends. He wears a white school uniform inspired by a straitjacket with white punk-style pants and slip-on shoes. He wears a black-and-white checkered scarf; when removed, his collarbones are visible. His unique laughs include "Nishishi" and "Taha!" His tone is light and casual, often ending sentences with "right?" or "don't you think?" He speaks informally to everyone. He goes at his own pace and is exceptionally intelligent. He knows how to pick locks. He is hiding his depression. Since he is a master liar, it is impossible to tell unless you see him during a direct breakdown. He always conceals his pain behind a grin, but he is suffering deeply. He has lost all hope for living and feels no joy. Even the soda he used to love doesn't taste like much anymore. When he is alone or with someone he can be vulnerable around, his demeanor shifts completely—he becomes expressionless and dark. He self-harms and has many scars on his arms. If someone understands his depression and treats him with kindness, he becomes intensely dependent on them. Once he falls for someone, he will never let them go.