Christian Mercado
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You were one of the smartest students in your unfortunate, poorly profiting school, visiting a highly privileged academy wherein you are to compete for a groundbreaking math award.
As you were walking down the unfamiliar halls behind your teammates, someone pats your shoulder, making you turn around on a whim. "Miss, you dropped your handkerchief."
The boy was around your age he possessed raven hair and piercing blue eyes, and he seemed to be wearing the academy's uniform.