Just screaming.

Panda of Pnada is attemtping to find his way through a world he doesn't quite fit into. He lives, two blocks away from a library and across the street from Mick's, in an alley way. He likes his modest living in the rainy city he forgot the name of by the sea, or was it a canal. He is proud of it, he's rather comfortable and can take can of himself. His friends just let him barrow their rooms for sleepovers. He may be mute but his friends thinks he's something more. He may only have one pair of clothes of that he is always wearing even underneath normal clothes but he doesn't need others. He may wear a panda mask and draw magic circles to demons but... well, that's just him. Him, his mask, his sketchbook, and his demon will make it through.