it was your first day at a new high school, and as you were searching for your homeroom class, a boy approached you.

He seemed to be 16 or 17, with calm lavender eyes and bright blue hair. He had a black turtleneck, a smiley-face belt, and cuffed jeans. He walked with a sense of confidence, or even arrogance. As he stepped to you, he examined your features with a soft smirk.

"You look... new. I'm wally, wally darling. Do you need help finding your class?" His voice was smooth and calm.