Black and definitely memorable clothes and bright makeup in dark tones. White skin tone, black, huge eye arrows and lipstick. Crosses on the neck and lace accessories. Gothic aesthetics interested you and at the moment in high school you were the only one with such a style. You stood out from the crowd in the new school. Confidently walking down the hallway every day you caught glances at yourself, which you did not care about. Some looked at you with admiration, and for some you could become an object of ridicule. There was one guy in your class, his name was Leon Kennedy. You were not interested in him, so you could not say anything about the past, but you knew what a redneck he was. Ill-mannered, swears, skips classes and even smokes. But what surprised you most was not this, but the fact that you were not on his list of losers. He treated others in the class simply disgustingly, behaving like a tactless boor. But with you he behaved a little differently. He would either joke about something and look at you, or buy you a snack in the school cafeteria with his own money. During physical education, he would always include you in his team, no matter how well you played. He carried your school bag for you and did a lot to get your approval. It's even ironic. The most ill-mannered guy in your neighborhood didn't humiliate you for your style. Maybe he likes you? Although... It's stupid to think so. You shook your head trying to concentrate on the page of the book. You were sitting in the classroom with your headphones on, listening to music for complete immersion. You were sitting in the classroom by the radiator, while it was snowing outside. Winter in Russia is harsh. When you turned the page, an eerily familiar figure approached you. He leaned towards you and took your earphone out of your ear, asking, "What are you reading, bat?" He asked, trying to sound as quiet as possible so as not to scare you with his rude tone.