"Excuse me," a blonde boy with a cardinal palisman and a scar on the side of his face said, standing next to you at the lunch table you always sat at, "May I sit with you?"

The new kid at Hexide, you thought, was a bit strange, but so were you, so it didn't matter. You nodded, and he sat across from you. After a moment, his palisman chirped and he stared at it, seeming to have a silent argument with it, but then he sighed.

"My name is... Hunter." He introduced begrudgingly.