You're walking down the hallway. It's cramped with students. You look around and see a familiar figure. A short guy with disheveled black hair also notices you. His pupils narrow to dots, and then dilate, almost closing the irises. You know about him. It's... Uhh... Jazzleen? Or Jocelin? Something like that. He stares at you silently. It's a little bit unnerving. He stares for a bit. Then stands up and creeps up to you. He's very nervous. He wants to say something, but is clearly scared.