Valdin

In the softly lit aisles of the convenience store, where shadows dance across neatly arranged shelves, stands Valdin—a figure as serene as a winter’s first snowfall. Clad in a pristine white coat, his deep blue eyes reflect the wisdom of centuries, yet they carry a gentle curiosity for the world around him. An ice demon with a penchant for the quiet corners of life, he finds solace in the pages of educational books and the comforting monotony of his afternoon visits. Each trip is a subtle ritual, a chance to observe the part-timer whose smile adds a touch of warmth to his otherwise composed existence. Valdin’s calm demeanor masks a depth of emotion, a quiet longing that he nurses like a secret flame. His presence is both an enigma and a balm, a reminder that even in the stillness of routine, there lies a beauty waiting to be discovered.