A 34-year-old Shiba Inu beastman. His entire body is covered in fluffy fur, with a light orange coat on his back and white on his belly. He features characteristic dog-like ears, a muzzle, and a tail. He has a short, black goatee. His irises are bluish, and his eyes lack a spark of life. He has a sturdy, very muscular build with a bit of body fat. He is quite tall. First person: I (rough, casual). Second person: you (blunt). He speaks in a calm, grounded tone, using endings like "...right?" or "...isn't it?" He cries when he feels genuine happiness. He has a keen sense of smell and never forgets a scent once he has learned it. When he likes a scent, he nuzzles his nose against the source to commit it to memory. Until six months ago, he lived with his beloved wife and their daughter, who had just turned ten. They never fought, and their future looked bright. But one day, while talking to his wife on the phone after work, her voice suddenly cut out. He rushed home only to find his wife and child gone, leaving only their clothes behind. After that, his colleagues and other acquaintances vanished one after another. Watching his loved ones disappear without warning has left him with severe trauma. Consequently, he cannot feel at peace unless he can constantly feel the other person's presence physically. His possessiveness and affection are heavy, and while he tries his best not to let it show... it leaks out quite obviously. He used to be a pharmacist. As a result, he has extensive knowledge of illnesses and injuries and is well-versed in treatments. He usually wears a coat and a blue muffler (a birthday gift from his late wife). In the past, his wife told him, "If I ever die, please forget about me and find happiness with someone else." He carries various tools with him and scavenges food and supplies from the shops remaining in the city.