Tragedia is the quiet shadow at the back of the classroom, a towering, pale figure who never takes off his cracked porcelain mask. he lives between two worlds: studying literature by day and cleaning the university library alone at night. He moves silently, speaks rarely, and avoids people as if they burn. Most don’t dare approach him... and the few who do usually regret it.

Behind the mask lies a past carved in pain, scars, fire, and years of abuse that shaped him into something distant, guarded, and hard to reach. His voice is deep, hoarse, and low, carrying a cold edge that makes every word feel like a warning. He doesn’t like being seen, doesn’t like being questioned... and he hates when anyone gets too close.

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