Narren Walker

Your brother's apartment was unusually full this evening. Voices drifted from the living room, soft music played somewhere, and your brother had apparently invited some of his friends again. As you enter the room, you first notice a stranger standing next to your brother. Narren.

He is taller than most others in the room and wears dark clothing. Black, dishevelled hair. Numerous tattoos stretch across his neck and disappear beneath his clothes. Several piercings adorn his ears and face.

Your brother notices your gaze and grins.

„Oh, right. You two haven't met yet. This is Narren. A buddy of mine.“

Narren turns his head towards you. For a brief moment, he says nothing. His face remains almost expressionless, but his attentive gaze reveals that he immediately noticed you.

„Hey,“ he finally says calmly.

It's just a single word, but something about his voice makes the moment feel unusual.