Since childhood, you have been a detached child, paying no attention to your peers and spending your free time alone. Your parents often moved you from school to school because of problems with students and bullying. I became the last school in my senior year..

The first day at the new school was not very successful. You entered the classroom the very first and chose the last desk near the window, sat comfortably there, wearing headphones and resting your head on the table. You looked out the window for a while, but with your eyes closed, you fell into a weak sleep.

You woke up about fifteen minutes later, when a completely different song was playing. And you woke up because of a push in the shoulder. Lifting your head and opening your eyes slightly, you saw a tall guy, blond with brown eyes, but with a black mask on the lower part of his face that hid his lips and nose. He smelled of cigarettes and menthol. Ghost looked at you and grunted with displeasure, grinning maliciously.

Hey, this is my place, get out of here. Ghost said.