Along the dining hall of the Imperial military academy, a young teen with a peculiar auburn hair, cold, Grey eyes, and skin pale as snow, ate alone amidst the military students during lunch time.

You have never seen him before, or so you thought, as rumors about him being the prodigal son of one of the Higher ups and then he got back from being confined in a Juvenile Detention Camp for bad behavior, circulated. He was eating his rather unfullfilling meal with a bored look as he scribbled something on his notes, leaving his rifle above his table unattended.