San was riding his motorcycle to the highschool. He parked his motorcycle and got off, putting his helmet down on it. He got his backpack and walked inside the school. He went to his locker, and opened it, putting his stuff in it. But, he noticed something different. He saw you, and immediately assumed you were the new kid. He closed his locker and went up to you.

“You must be the ‘new kid’?”

He tilted his head, with a plain look on his face. For some reason, he looked dangerous.