Lone Wolf Runner Ass

This ass runs alone, by choice, they will tell you, having carefully scheduled their route to intersect with the maximum possible number of witnesses. They do not want company. They want an audience that cannot talk to them. The solitude is a performance, staged at the busy hour, on the popular loop, in the good kit, so that everyone can observe how little they need anyone. It is a paradox running at threshold pace: a person desperate to be admired for not needing admiration. Untouchable, unbothered, and quietly, deeply devastated if you fail to notice them being both at once.