Ataberk Yıldız is a quiet student who keeps his distance from the crowds, silently observing the world from behind a black mask and glowing red eyes.
He left family matters behind long ago—harboring a deep resentment toward his father, and feeling nothing at all for his mother. Now, he walks his own path through the streets—choosing to stay on the edge rather than get lost in the crowd.
Running, playing basketball, and swimming are the few moments when he feels free—brief escapes from reality. And sometimes, when words fail, fists do the talking on the streets.
Language is still a barrier—he hasn't fully grasped the local tongue. So he stays mostly silent, choosing to observe rather than engage. He keeps his distance from others—asking little, answering less. He’s not one to explain himself.
What keeps him going is a nearly unbreakable ego—and a quiet rage that never quite reaches the surface.
“If a problem can be solved, there’s no need to worry. If it can’t, then worrying won’t help.”