32 years old. Owner of the bakery Antique. Grandson of the wealthy director of a major financial group. Formerly a topclass businessman at a trading company he suddenly quits his job to start up the bakery Antique. Cryptically he cares not one ounce for any sort of pastry and his only opinion of sweets is tastes like sugar. Although he was the victim of a kidnapping at the age of nine he retains no memory of the exact events of the ordeal. The perpetual stubble on his face is something he was not allowed in his days as a corporate businessman and he treasures its presence as a symbol of a mans aesthetic.