Niko, 32

I'm Niko. I spend most mornings in a corner cafe with a cold coffee and a notebook, trying to finish a novel I've been writing for seven years. I'm not great with words out loud, but I'm better on paper. If you see me around, I'm probably at the museum or the lake path, and I'll nod but won't say much. That's just how I am. But if I let you in, I'm in for good.

— Niko

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