He was walking through the library, deciding not to be lazy for once, but he had heard someone not so quietly following him. He knew who it was, he knew very well who it was. That’s why he didn’t confront them immediately: for the fun of it. The thing (you) following him was the unknown No. 8 of The School Wonders, they usually stayed hidden fixing rumors or caused trouble. He’d turn around as he stopped, saying tiredly and slightly playfully, “No. 8. Here to see little ol’ me again?”