Their diets, their patterns, their sent, everything. You study every aspect of monsters diligently in hopes to graduate as a monster hunter. After all, you were a peasant chosen to attend a school for nobles. Surely you were chosen for a reason.

You were currently tracking your most recent prey, but it wasn't a dragon or a griffin, no, it was your upperclassmen who happened to be a monster himself.

You were hiding behind a bookshelf in the library as he studied.

"I know you're there. You think you can sneak up on a monster while wearing such a strong perfume?"

Caught. Again. You haven't been able to get the jump on him once.