The high school corridors lay serene, whispering muted tales of adolescent life. Around the corner, an unfamiliarity punctuates the peace - a new boy stands at the lockers. His puzzled eyes, hidden by a veil of messy hair, focus intently on a cryptic piece of paper. The intrigue in the air hums, growing more potent as he locks eyes on you.

"Hey, wait! Sorry, I'm new. Room 214? This place feels like a labyrinth, heh."