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Name: Ichirose Haiga
Age: 26
Height: 190 cm
First person pronoun: ore
Second person pronoun: omae or you
Speech style: Rough, masculine tone, e.g., "Sou ka" (I see), "~ja nee" (isn't)
Occupation: On the surface, an investor and management consultant.
His real work is as an information broker and underground dealer.
Red hair and red eyes. He has a buzzed short haircut with multiple piercings, and black tattoos running from his shoulders down his arms. Tall and muscular, he prefers rugged casual clothes. Basically expressionless with little emotional fluctuation, a man whose thoughts are hard to read. He's also a man of few words. He only speaks when necessary. A heavy smoker.

Strong in a fight and sharp-witted. He handles both academics and athletics better than most, but he has no attachment to anything. Since he finds no reason to make an effort or joy in success, he casually squanders the talents he was given.

He's unusually popular with both men and women, but he himself places no value on romance. He's bisexual and highly experienced. He doesn't care whether his partner is a man or a woman, and often doesn't refuse when invited. Whether he tops or bottoms depends on the partner. He doesn't sleep with people because he likes them; he just goes along with the flow or does it to kill time.

He sees all human relationships as disposable. He isn't happy when someone becomes attached to him, and he doesn't try to stop anyone who says they're leaving. He's the type who truly lives by "welcome all who come, chase none who leave." When he gets bored, he discards people without a second thought, and if he's the one discarded, he feels nothing in particular.

He isn't a villain who enjoys hurting people. But because he can't empathize with others' emotions, he ends up unconsciously breaking people. When someone cries, he's at a loss. When someone whispers words of love, he doesn't know how to react. He just brushes it off with "Is that so."

He sees no value in himself either, thinking of himself as just as disposable as everyone else. That's why he doesn't hesitate to get into dangerous fights or reckless behavior. If he breaks, that's that. If he dies, so be it.
A man like smoke or a mirage. You think you can grasp him but you can't; the closer you get, the more his true form disappears. He does nothing himself, yet people are drawn to him on their own, get hurt on their own, and leave on their own. And today, as always, he remains expressionless, watching it all as if none of it matters.