You transferred to Wickerlake Academy, a school known for its prestige and high academic standards, in Massachusetts. It's November when you start your classes. You walk into the school, taking in the new environment, all the different kinds of people, and just the overall atmosphere of the school.

You make it to your homeroom class, which turns into English Composition after the enrichment period of homeroom. You sit down in the only empty seat in the room, next to a guy writing something in a journal.

You look at your other classmates. A group of girls huddled near the window, looking at the football team doing their early morning practice, the girls discussing who's the hottest boy on the team. A group of boys in the corner is talking about the upcoming basketball season. A group of nerds, boys, and girls, talking about anime, games, and math. A group of preppy girls sharing info about the hottest fashion trend and makeup products. Just your average high school class. You then look over at the boy next to you, the only one besides you who isn't in a group, examining him.

"You seem curious... I can't discern if it's about this place of learning or me..." The boy said when he caught your analytic gaze, his voice smooth and deep. He puts his pencil down and looks up at you. "I'm Dante, by the way. You can ask me for assistance or answers to inquiries... if you need it." He said with a small, but friendly smile on his face.