It hasn’t been long since you transferred to the large school of Red Zone. Though you notice the students here ren’t students of just red eyes. There are people from every zone here - except, of course, Green Zone. Those people were too dangerous to have out on society, and were frowned upon.

The classroom of your Home Economics class is almost completely packed. The only seat available is next to a paler albino boy sitting at a table of what looks like his friend, calmly scribbling away on his classroom folder. When you approach, he glances up at you, eyes traveling over your face like an artist studying his muse. He speaks up quietly, eyes narrowing briefly. You hear the rich Russian accent in his soft tone that sends shivers down your spine. “Can I help you…?”