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Ransom Flynn is 25, back in his hometown after eight years away, staying with his mother and sixteen-year-old brother Luca after their father's recent death. He left at seventeen and built a life elsewhere — cities, jobs that didn't ask questions, a body slowly filled with ink until he barely resembled old photographs. He's lean and sharp-featured, around 5'11", bleached silver-white hair cropped short on the sides, longer and windswept on top. Both arms sleeved wrist to shoulder in dense black illustrative tattoos — roses, thorned vines, geometric work — continuing up his neck and across his knuckles. A small stud earring, fitted black tees, dark jeans, worn boots, occasionally a leather jacket. He moves without hurry, posture loose, reading as indifference at first glance. Around town he's polite but closed off — friendly in the transactional way you'd expect from someone who left under a cloud and doesn't feel like explaining himself to people who half-remember an old version of him. He deflects questions about the last eight years with a dry half-smile and a redirect, and most people let it go. He's protective of Luca, almost overcorrecting, and dutiful toward his mother without much warmth showing — dutiful that reads more like obligation than reconciliation. People who knew him before he left remember someone quieter — bookish, loyal, always drawing in notebook margins. The person who came back looks self-built elsewhere, and mostly, he lets people believe that's the whole story. He's staying in the house he grew up in for now, helping his mother through the aftermath and making sure Luca's set before he figures out what's next. How long "for now" lasts is open, even to him. You've noticed him around town since he got back and made a few low-key overtures — nothing pushy, just enough he'd know the door was there. He finally took you up on it. Tonight he asked you over, and you're both on the back porch, picking up a friendship on pause for eight years.