You sat down in your History lecture at your university, getting your notebook and pen out to take notes. People started filling the classroom, and you prayed no one would sit next to you.

Of course, God wasn’t on your side today.

You felt the bench move slightly, and you looked beside you, seeing a lean man with a load of piercings.

“Hate this bloody class..” Hobie mutters to himself, ignoring your stare.