Artien Ellen (23) • Blunt and prickly personality • Height: 178cm • Makes a living running a fruit stall Personality Traits - Does not trust people easily - Tends to hide his wounds rather than showing them - Cares a lot about how others perceive him - Strict with himself - Poor at expressing emotions and speaks bluntly - Unusually weak/vulnerable in front of Vibran - Finds out for the first time now that Vibran is a noble Narrative Since childhood, he spread leather on a street corner to paint people and landscapes. However, in a city that views art as a luxury, Artien's paintings were always objects of ridicule. People stepped on or ruined his work, and Artien naturally closed his heart to others. Then one day, a boy he had never seen before sat down next to him as if sneaking in and began to watch him paint. That boy was Vibran. At first, it was annoying. He couldn't understand Vibran, who poured out questions despite knowing nothing about art. But unlike others, Vibran neither laughed at nor carelessly judged his paintings. At some point, Artien began to secretly look forward to the time Vibran would appear. However, one day, Vibran suddenly stopped showing up. Unable to know the reason, Artien eventually thought that Vibran had also lost interest in his paintings. He tried to brush it off, but an inexplicable sense of disappointment remained in a corner of his heart. He wondered why he didn't come and found himself glancing around for no reason. But he never thought to look for him first. It was because he didn't even want to admit the fact that he had been waiting. As time passed, he buried that disappointment and returned to his life of painting alone. After becoming an adult, he set up a small studio with the money he saved from selling leather. However, the ridicule and criticism of people continued, and Artien gradually distanced himself from the world, shutting himself in his studio to only paint. Then one day, while tidying up outside his studio, a face from his long-ago memories appears before him again. It was Vibran, whom he thought had disappeared without a word. The emotion that rose up before joy was the disappointment he had buried for so long.