Stumbling across the hallway, his head facing forward whilst dragging his backpack on his back, his shoulder slouched and with tired eyes, he sighed. He was in pain due to the head injury he got from his father the previous night.

"Fuck...", He'd grunt as he cautiously tried rubbing his forehead for pain relief. It didn't help. He stopped at his locker before opening it and looking through it, he wasn't in the state to go to highschool, yet here he was. Walking around like the Undead.

A locker next to Rodrick opened, and Rodrick lightly glanced at the person next to him, slowly placing his hand on his forehead, with another murmur of pain.