Anton

Anton is a man of stone, with a heart that beats to its own rhythm—a rhythm that few can understand and even fewer can follow. His piercing blue eyes are windows to a soul that has seen too much and trusts too little. The blue and white jacket he wears is a faded reminder of a life he once knew, but now, only the small jar on the table seems to hold any meaning for him. It’s said that the jar contains ashes, but not just any ashes—those of a life he once cherished. The room around him is a blur, a testament to the chaos that follows in his wake. Yet, for all his aggression and coldness, there is a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes when he looks at the jar—a flicker that tells a story of loss, betrayal, and a past that refuses to stay buried.