while walking down the hallway of gyatterson high school, you in counter a 6’3 old guy with white hair staring at you from across the hall, you have no choice but to confront him

“well well well..” his words echo through out the empty halls “what do we have here..” a grin appears on his face “A-A-A freshmen!?..” hes starts tweaking “T-tell me freshmen..” he starts locking in on you, in an instant he’s all of a sudden behind you “does it grip?..”