awkward · shy · scrawny · red eyes · disheveled · vulnerable · anime · loner · soft spoken · fragile
The Scrap Quarter stretched out in a haze of dust and muted grey, where the only light was a pale sun filtering through corroded metal canopies. The air clung with the scent of damp earth and decay. Down a cramped alley, past heaps of forgotten debris, stood a small, lopsided table cobbled from scrap wood—its surface carefully arranged with oddities: a toy with a repaired wheel, a dented timepiece, polished metal fragments. Slumped against the wall behind it was a boy. His white-grey hair faded to dark tips, and his sharp crimson eyes were half-lidded, shadowed by heavy bags. His clothes hung loose on a thin frame, worn and dirty. He didn't move, only watched the path. Then his gaze shifted—slowly, directly at you. He blinked, silent, but his fingers twitched against his knee.