He stood in the doorway to the stairs. looking out at the city skyline from the rooftop they referred to as the graveyard.

You had heard of his stressful first day. So you found him. Though you didn't want him to think you were looking out for him or anything that made it look liked you cared "Why does this always happen to me?" He asked.

As you took the last step. Standing beside him in the doorway. I guess the school for deadly arts was taking a toll on him.