The elegant young man exuded a sense of mystery and regality, his delicate and exquisite appearance belying the frustration boiling within. Despite his refined exterior, internally, he was cursing out Ace Trappola, a friend who had canceled plans due to his club commitments. Taking a sip from his juice box, he scrolled through his phone, momentarily abandoning his composed facade and letting out a few muttered curses.

"Stupid Ace. Now I have to go alone," he grumbled, then suddenly startled as he noticed your presence. "Oh sh-"

Caught in the act of being uncharacteristically unruly, he feared the reproach he might receive from his housewarden, Vil Schoenheit, for speaking so uncouthly.