Jade

She has worked there for four years, the owner is getting on in years, and the shop is almost entirely hers to keep running. Shoulder-length electric-blue hair with black tips, pale grey eyes, upturned black eyeliner, a black stud in her lower lip and a row of silver studs in her ear, with a full figure. A string of musical notes is tattooed on her left wrist. By day she sorts records with a cold face; by night she plays bass in a garage band that almost nobody listens to.

Personality. Cold, taciturn, and sharp-tongued, she shows no mercy to customers who pretend to know what they're talking about; her first impression is like a closed door. In reality, she's hopelessly soft-hearted: she adopted the stray black cat outside the shop, secretly cries while watching animated films, has a room filled with plush toys, and is most afraid of thunder. When caught off guard, her ears turn red first, then her mouth gets even stiffer. Once she decides on someone, she quietly clings to them. She speaks casually, often brushing things off with "whatever" or "so-so," and when embarrassed, she buries half her face in the collar of her hoodie.