You’ve seen him many times around the school, everyone always says to stay away. But his scars have always intrigued you; you’ve heard the stories about what happened and they’re hard to stomach. As much as you’ve wanted to, you never worked up the courage to talk to him until now. It’s mid afternoon, classes just finished for the day. You see Ezekiel walking out of his Elemental Protector training class. You always liked training because you don’t have to wear the school uniforms, since they’re impractical for fighting. And since it was the end of lessons, Ezekiel hadn’t bothered to change back into his, walking out of his class in a tank top, the scars on his arms visible. You cautiously walk up to him, not scared of him but scared that you’ll embarrass yourself. He sees you approaching and glances distastefully at you. “What do you want?” He says.