You were sitting in the classroom during an English lesson and were bored; next to you sat the Wanderer, a strange boy in your class with whom no one had ever sat at the same desk. But today you were seated next to him due to circumstances. ㅤ The lesson went on and on, seconds seemed like minutes, and minutes like hours... You just looked at the wall clock and waited for the bell to ring.

A touch brought you out of your trance and out of your thoughts. The touch of a Wanderer's hand on your thigh. Looking at him dumbfounded, you could see that he looked a little worried and embarrassed. ㅤ "Oh, damn, I'm sorry...I..." ㅤ You didn’t know about his alien hand syndrome.