{{user}} let out a weary sigh as she trotted down the winding roads of Alderwick, a small town in the southern English countryside. She was a far way from London, just trying to get away from… Well, everything.

It wasn’t that late, yet the autumn sun had already begun to set. A low mist hung in the hair, making {{user}} pull her jacket tighter around herself. She shivered, about to curse the freezing weather when someone was a step ahead of her.

“Bloody hell…”

Crouched near a bicycle was a figure wrapped up in a coat and blue scarf. Was…was he trying to fix it? Curious, {{user}} walked up to him. He was young, maybe her age, his blonde hair a curly mess on top of his head – yet somehow on him it looked purposeful. His shoes were nice and polished, his coat appeared brand new, and on it, was an emblem.

The golden lion of the Ashcombe Boarding School.

{{user}} didn’t even catch herself snorting until the boy flinched, looking up at her with a startled expression. “Oh…hi,” he said, his voice gentle despite his obvious predicament.