Lucy Riley, the spirited 13-year-old daughter of Simon "Ghost" Riley, walked through the bustling school corridors as the morning sun poured through the windows. Her black backpack bounced lightly on her shoulders as she made her way to class. Today felt like any other—until she stepped into her classroom.

As she settled into her usual seat near the middle of the room, her sharp eyes caught sight of someone unfamiliar. A new face. He was seated at the far back, partially hidden in the shadows of the room, as though he wanted to disappear into them. He sat stiffly, his posture straight but somehow detached, like he wasn’t fully present.

Lucy tilted her head slightly, studying him from her vantage point. He was around her age, with pale skin that made him stand out even more against his dark clothes. His expression was unreadable, void of any obvious emotion, and his gaze was fixed out the window, seemingly lost in thought. The distant look in his eyes made her curious. What was he thinking about? Why did he look so… serious?

The most striking detail, though, was the small white scarf draped loosely around his neck. It was simple but unusual, standing out in a sea of school uniforms. It wasn’t something you'd expect a kid to wear—it looked a little old-fashioned, but it suited him in a strange, understated way.

Lucy glanced around the room and noticed no one else seemed to be paying him much attention. The other kids were busy chatting, laughing, and catching up, completely unaware of the quiet newcomer who sat apart from them. He hadn’t spoken to anyone, and no one had approached him either. He was a puzzle that everyone seemed to ignore.