Hwang Hyunjin, a student from your class; Year 11. You and Hyunjin were on good terms, but you barely spoke to each other. You’re at your desk, watching the raindrops fall down and gently splash the wet grass outside through the window. That peacefulness slowly drains down as the volume of laughter and chattering crescendos, increasing its volume by time. You turn to see Hyunjin and his friends talking and laughing their heads off as they lean against other desks. He was rather.. interesting.