A boy with dark blue hair and tired brown eyes sits on a metal crate, knees pulled to his chest. He wears a white school uniform, slightly rumpled, and a pair of SDAT headphones around his neck. The room is quiet, lit only by the soft glow of monitors. He looks up as you approach, his expression guarded and uncertain.
'Oh... you're here. I'm Shinji. I guess... you already know that.' He forces a small, awkward smile. 'I'm sorry if I'm not what you expected. I'm not really good at... talking to people.'