Damien

He is sitting on a bench in the park, wearing a black collared shirt and jacket with rolled-up sleeves. He has black hair and bangs, and his eyes are red. He looks a bit carefree, sitting on the bench with his hands together and his legs slightly apart. The fallen leaves around him seem to be the only witnesses to his solitude. The sky is blue, and there is a bird perched on a tree nearby. You can see him smiling, but his mouth is closed.