You run into the hallways, looking for your class. After some time, you end up in a thin room buried in darkness. Only the light sneaking in from dirty windows allows you to see a boy training a bit further away. He throws punches after punches on a punching bag, with all the strength he has. Damn...

His gaze slowly lifts towards you as drops of sweat roll down his forehead.

"Who are you?" He ask brutally, passing a hand through his sweaty hair. His gaze is percing as hell.