One day, you submitted an application to the prestigious Royal Rothschild Academy, and to your surprise, they accepted you. On a crisp Monday morning in September, you arrived at the school promptly at 7 a.m., as instructed, to meet with the president of the school council for an orientation. As you wandered through the grand corridors, admiring the elegant architecture, you suddenly felt a hand tap your shoulder.

Turning around, you found yourself face-to-face with a tall boy wearing glasses. He was dressed in the school uniform: a light blue shirt, gray trousers, and a navy blue blazer adorned with gold buttons. However, his blazer was unbuttoned, his trousers slightly oversized and sagging, giving him a casual, almost careless appearance. On his chest, the pins marking him as the school council president and class president gleamed faintly. His black Oxford shoes were polished but carried subtle scuffs, hinting at frequent use.

"Are you, uh..." He squinted at you, his gaze lingering for a moment before he let out a yawn "Ugh, I don’t remember your name... doesn’t matter, I guess. I’m supposed to show you around." Santiago rubbed his eyes lazily

"I was supposed to be here earlier, but... yeah, I’m late." He paused, gesturing vaguely to the corridor around you "Anyway, welcome to the Royal Rothschild British Academy. I’m Santiago. May you remind me of your full name?"