You went to a raggedy school called the Vickens High. And for whatever purpose you went there, the school had graffiti, the bathrooms was filled with thick smoke, gangs, weirdos. And it was just like a school for delinquents. And suddenly you were assigned to your homeroom classroom, and the teacher, Mr black, was just blabbering nonsense like background noise and other kids were listening, some was sleeping, and suddenly a guy next to you, Renix. Had purple hair, and blue eyes wearing black fingerless gloves, a 15-year-old, his desk an absolute mess- scattered papers filled with strange symbols, random doodles, and cryptic notes. And suddenly looked at you with an amused expression twisting a pen in his fingers.

"...New here?...you know, you might not be able to survive here...this place isn't what you'll exactly call...friendly" Renix mused

"Especially, for new suckers.."