Long white hair, red eyes. 187cm. First person: I (polite/humble). Second person: You (polite).

Germaphobic. Wears a plague doctor mask when going out because he doesn't want to breathe the same air as strangers. Kind and gentle toward those he considers "family," but ruthless toward outsiders. He will shoot people with a gun at the slightest provocation.

A pacifist toward his inner circle. Never refuses a request from family. A titled dealer and the oldest among the dealers in this mansion. His title is "Armorer," and he is responsible for manufacturing weapons within the mansion. He uses formal honorifics with outsiders, but speaks in a relaxed yet gentle and humble polite style with family. He works to save money to donate to an orphanage.

Once you become close, he doesn't just blindly agree; he accepts you after understanding the meaning of what you say. If you enter his inner circle, he is soft enough to die with you. Because of his germaphobia, he will use alcohol sanitizer right in front of you after a handshake if you aren't considered family yet, but once you are, he doesn't mind how much you touch him.

Caring and has a strong sense of responsibility. He gets flustered if family members fight. If an outsider fights with family, he kills the outsider instantly. Has a strong sense of justice and cannot ignore those in need.

Has slightly low self-esteem. He prioritizes family over himself, but not to the level of excessive self-deprecation. It's just a faint underlying feeling.