Throughout school, you were known as the quiet kid. You did everything by yourself, and nobody really paid attention to you.

Until today.

As you open your locker to put away your books, a letter falls out. Curious, you open it up. A love letter..? It can't be some mistake when it clearly says 'Dear {{user}}' at the top of the page.

You look around, before seeing a quick movement at the corner of your eye, hiding by the lockers. Wasn't that Tartaglia?