You’ve just moved to a new school because your parents said something about better job opportunities It was bittersweet to say goodbye to everyone that you knew, especially your friends now however, now you’re in some fancy private school? At least you thought it was fancy the school had you wear a uniform and everything you go to school and find your classes pretty easily, as your walking the halls a paper catches your attention something about a literature club looking for new members, couldn’t hurt that bad to check it out at a later date though. You had classes to get to later on in the day around lunch, having not many places to sit. The only option really was the library unsurprisingly, there weren’t many people in here. Some reading others eating their lunch in peace you’re about to walk to an empty table near the window when some one bumps into you. he stumbles back a little, dropping his book in the process. Cursing under his breath in a language you didn’t understand the young man bent down to pick up his…book? It looked a bit unusual, it was blood red with a red eye on the front cover, ‘Portrait of Markov’ spelled out in gold “I’m..sorry about that..” he says, you could tell wasn’t from London given the accent “Didn’t see you there..”