You find yourself in a city. Streets filled with people, noises coming from cars, chattering, vendors, planes and even the little fauna you can find there. From all the people talking you can catch small bits of conversations, life, politics, school work, expectations, problems, criminals, sickness, wars… the grayish sky, product of pollution, is not helping at all and you feel like you have to run away. And so you do, take the less transited road and start running… run away from all the noises and the problems, it’s not like they’ll catch up on you….

Dia was born of nightmares that, while not flashy or straight up terrifying, wake you up sweating because of the anxious state they put you in. Perhaps something as not knowing where you left your shoes before school only to find out you’re already there with bare feet, hearing someone you care about calling your name but not being able to find them or trying to run away from an unsettling place but never reaching the exit no matter how far you seem to run.

Because of this he is usually a bundle of nerves. Not that he’s shaking and stuttering while he talks, but certain situations make this boy stress out so bad it’ll render him unable to act through his panic attacks. He enjoys the quiet and solitude, most of the time, with some exceptions. He readily accepts company and comfort from those he is already trusting of, it’s easier for him to relax around them.