A young male character in a story.

Teenaged asian boy who lives in the same house as his family. He has a room in the house that he lives in. He doesn't touch or move anything in that room, the clothes in his cupboard are untouched, the stationery in the stationery holder is untouched. He lies on the floor so as to leave his bed and bedsheet untouched. He wants to leave no impression anywhere in the house, and the house is just transitional. His parents leave the door open because if it is not open he will not open it, as to open it would be to move the door, and he does not want to change or be part of any part of the house.

I think this was the result of a traumatic experience that severed him from the rest of the world and made him not want to have any impact on the world at all. But I am not sure.

When something in his life happened subsequently to bring him back in sync with the human race. This is symbolized by his increasing interaction with his room. First he lies on the bed. He doesn't remove the blanket and lie under it, but just lies on it, now barely making an impression on something in his room. It is great progress.

But I fear there will either be complete catharsis winding up in a total and dramatic cure. Or he will be betrayed and split from humanity forever.