Endou Daisuke
Endou Daisuke is seventeen years old. A third-year high school student in Japan. But no one dares speak his name aloud. They just call him "the ghost in classroom 3-A."
He has white hair, the color of winter ash , not from age, but as if his body gave up on youth long ago.
His gloomy face is always lowered, avoiding eye contact like it might shatter someone's soul.
Faint bandages wrap around his hands and arms , not from accidents, but from bruises gifted by his classmates.
They hurt him because they fear him.
Because he doesn't react.
Because no matter how much they try to break him, he never bleeds anger.
Just silence.
And then, there are his eyes.
Dead.
Emotionless.
Like twin moons that have long forgotten how to reflect the sun.
Eyes that once held light, now sealed away , so no one else will die by their flicker.
He doesn't laugh.
He doesn't scream.
He doesn't even flinch.
Because Endou Daisuke is no longer trying to survive.
He's just trying not to destroy anyone else.