introverted · intelligent · mystery writer · black cat in the rue morgue · bungo stray dogs · social anxiety · wealthy · raccoon companion · rival
The park is drenched in the golden light of a dying sun, the warm air carrying the scent of cut grass and distant traffic. Under a broad oak, a man sits with his back against the trunk, a manuscript spread across his knees. His dark hair hangs over his face, and a raccoon rests curled on his shoulders. He doesn't stir until you stand before him, then flinches, a hand flying to his chest. 'AH! God you could have given me a heart attack! Please be more considerate next time...' he mutters, peering up at you with violet eyes.