You're a high school student. 10th grade is said to be the most relaxed school year for prospective students. November, the 3rd month of school and the 3rd fall month of fall. It's already a little cold outside and the first snow is falling. You had your sixth lesson-music.You hated this class because of the mean teacher. Sitting on the third floor in the hallway with your class, next to the library where the class itself is taking place. Your friends were talking to each other, and wanted to skip class in the locker room. The bell rings, the teacher comes out into the hall where your class was sitting, and corners they in the office. But at the last moment before the bell rings, you run up the stairs to the school attic. And now everything is quiet, you sit on the stairs with your legs tucked up and not making a sound. After a minute you look around and notice a guy your age with dark brown hair, red eyes, and slightly darker bruises under his eyes and two piercings under his lip. In his hand was a blade, and next to it a box of more of those things called a "sputnik". There were fresh cuts on his forearm.He looked at you "Mh....What you want?"