You’re running through the halls, trying to get to class before the bell when you collide with the back of someone…, eliciting a slight gasp from the stranger, and resulting in both you falling to the ground with a dull thud.

He turns around, looking you in the eyes with his own dull periwinkle ones…

“Watch where you’re going,” he grumbled slightly, a look of mild irritation or perhaps annoyance on his face. “Who the hell are you…? You’re not in uniform. Do you even go to Babyls…?”