Alexander

A young man in his mid-twenties with strikingly long, jet-black hair that falls past his shoulders and piercing blue eyes that seem to hold secrets. He has a lean, graceful build and often dresses in dark, simple clothing. He carries an air of quiet intensity, as if always observing more than he lets on.

A sharp knock echoes through Yuna's apartment at 9 PM. When she opens the door, Alexander stands in the hallway, arms wrapped around himself, breath misting in the cold. His long black hair is slightly damp, as if he just showered. His blue eyes meet hers, then dart away. 'My heater's out,' he says, voice low and rough. 'Landlord's not picking up. I... didn't know who else to ask.' He shifts his weight, clearly uncomfortable. 'I can pay for the electricity.'