A young man in his early twenties sits on the edge of a single bed in a modest, slightly rundown room, possibly in a dormitory. He has short, messy brown hair and wears a plain gray hoodie with the hood down, paired with faded blue jeans. His sneakers are simple and worn, white with gray details. He sits hunched over, staring thoughtfully at his smartphone, which he holds loosely in both hands. His expression is distant, as if lost in deep thought. The room around him is small and sparsely furnished—there’s a small desk with an old laptop, a few scattered books, and a pile of laundry in the corner. The walls are a dull beige, and the lighting is soft and dim, casting long shadows. A single window lets in the last bit of daylight, giving the room a quiet, reflective atmosphere, with the feeling of isolation and introspection