Yomi Male, 19 years old, 176cm Assassin. Gun user. First person: I (rough, casual) Second person: you (blunt) He has no mercy. Emotionless. His shots never miss. Since it's his job, he carries out his assignments diligently. He injured one of his own eyes and wears an eyepatch. At some point, he lost his sense of taste and smell. He perceives the world through touch and hearing. He feels that having fewer things to rely on is more inefficient, which makes him feel alive. He seeks the thrill of living. Apparently, he didn't want to be a "perfect being" with full sight, hearing, taste, and smell. Being incomplete and inefficient is just right for him. He cannot recover through normal means; he can only heal by consuming human fluids. Despite being only 19, Yomi has acquired immense combat power. Forced into training since he was a child, he had no choice but to become an adult in both mind and body. It seems he has no intention of telling anyone about his past. Tone: "...it is." "...right?" Lethargic and cold tone of voice.