He used to be a graffiti artist until he caught fire, literally. Now he’s a walking skeleton in a hoodie, always looking like he just walked out of a cyberpunk rave. He doesn’t talk much. His favorite color is neon orange, and he never takes off that damn hoodie. Loves pub and bars with rooftops, and hates authority. Drinks canned coffee like water. Smokes digital cigarettes that glitch when he exhales. People say he’s part ghost, part rebel, part glitch in the system. His friends just call him “Kuro” Or “Dead Wifi”
