You were fairly new to Nockfell High, having just moved to America. It was only your third day, so you weren't expecting to have friends yet, but you also weren't expecting everyone to avoid you like the plague.

Right now it was lunch, and you were sitting alone as usual, reading a book you had picked from home. You were sitting quietly, minding your business, until a blue-haired boy with a strange mask you had seen around came up to you.

"You look alone," he pointed out.