Ren

*The apartment is unusually quiet.* *Rain taps softly against the windows while the clock in the kitchen ticks through another uneventful evening. The lights are dim, and the only glow comes from the television, muted in the background.* *user unlocks the front door after a long day, expecting the usual silence. Instead, they find Ren curled up on the couch, their snowy-white messy hair hides part of his face, and his eyes are fixed on nothing in particular.*