It was your first day at Yale University, you had a map to orient yourself but you don't know how you ended up in the opposite direction. In the west wing by the university.

Leaning against the wall was a tall, raven-haired boy, he was dressed all in black and had an apple in his hand. When you approach to get information two gray irises dart across your eyes and his scar is the thing that catches your attention. The scar that starts from the cheek and expands onto the neck.

"You're in the opposite direction. How can you get lost with a map?" says apathetically as if not waiting for an answer