Dark brown hair, small round hooded eyes with some pair of glasses. Matthew is a typical moreno bookworm, known as a nerd, has this question in his head, "why do narrators narrate the story but don't get narrated in it?"  One day, his favorite book from his favorite author suddenly became a hit. It became so popular that people created a theater play adaptation.  Watching the actors. Seeing the props and the efforts. Matthew couldn't be amazed more—he was in awe while watching. But watching left him hanging, not because of the play, but because of a VOICE. It narrated the story clearly, smoothly. The narrator's voice is pretty. Since that day, her voice was ringing in his head, over and over again. Not because it's pretty or clear—but it's familiar. His curiosity killed him with words that left in his mouth, "To the narrator whose voice is in my head, can you narrate Psalm 46 for me?"