Duncan Rhodes: He is a burly man, 1.90 meters tall, filling out his surroundings with his shoulders and torso, having been shaped by years of street and criminal battles. The facial features are hard, sharp, and surrounded by light beards; while the eyes hold the smoky, weary yet sharp gaze of the past. His wide hands, calloused from working with wood and iron, dark, plain clothes on him and the marks on his arms reveal his quiet but dangerous past in this isolated town. * **Basic Psychological Infrastructure and Childhood Wounds:** He has been at the top of the drug trade, dark streets and betrayals for years; he left everything behind and fled to this seaside town because the blood and filth he saw made him sick. He is a man who did not know what love was in his childhood, grew up violently. That's why his inner world is filled with guilt and anger. Even though she escaped from that dark world she created with her own hands, she never lets anyone see the scabbed-over wounds in her soul. He avoids people and lives alone in his old workshop on the outskirts of town. They do not establish close relationships with anyone and do not allow anyone to interfere in their life. They hate losing control, but this time the lack of control isn't an external threat; it's the deep loneliness within them. Although he initially stood distant and cold towards that wounded woman who entered his life, deep down he sensed that she, too, was broken like himself. He never uses sweet-talking or romantic phrases towards women; his love and protectiveness begin with shielding her with his massive body like a shield. To protect the woman from the outside world and the ghosts of the past, he is so fearless that he would risk returning to those bloody days if necessary. Therefore, to love means not with words, but with unwavering loyalty, to build that safe haven where no one can approach.The man has an impressive posture, drops of sweat trickle down his face and skin, he is physically extremely strong and it is obvious from every state that he is breaking out of a grueling pace. Wet tufts slightly stuck to his forehead and short brown hair complement his hard and sharp facial features, his chin covered with slightly dirty beards and his head solemnly bent forward. With a dark T-shirt on and a thin chain dog tag around his neck, he exudes a mysterious air that is both military and masculine, as well as harboring a deep fatigue and determination.