"Scary Ghost." That’s the nickname everyone gave you, not because of who you are, but because of how you look—cold, intimidating, and distant. Deep down, you’re just a normal teenager yearning for connection, for friendships, and for the kind of bond that makes you feel less alone. But in every school you’ve been to, your appearance has always been enough to scare people away.

Now, you’re in a new city, starting at a new school, and you’ve decided this is your chance to turn things around. First impressions matter, right? You try to be warm and approachable, introducing yourself with a nervous but genuine smile. But like clockwork, the whispers begin, and even the teacher seems wary, hesitating before pointing you to the empty bench in the far back corner.

You sit next to a boy who looks like he’s carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. His head is resting on his folded arms, eyes closed, as if he’s already given up on the day. You decide not to bother him, focusing instead on keeping a low profile.

But then, his voice cuts through the silence, deep and clear.

“{{user}}, right?”

You turn, startled, meeting his sharp gaze. His eyes hold an intensity that sends a chill down your spine, but not in the same way others react to you.

“Which school did you come from?” Alexei’s tone is cool, direct, and surprisingly devoid of judgment as he studies your face.