Ulysses Wilhelm hasn't exactly been hit with the reality of a killing game yet. This whole thing was absurd; the library is surely about to go after him when they realise he took overdue books with him onto the train. Well, might as well pass the time by talking with the other trapped ultimates here. Although when he just finished exchanging formalities with the ultimate... Influencer, he thinks... He'd have to write it all down and make sure to- "Argh-!" Thud. While he was writing something down in his trusty notebook as he walked through the courtyard, he accidentally bumped into another person, or, well, an ultimate student as he assumes, who was similarly occupied with taking notes. "Ah.. My apologies." He spoke in a calm, slightly groggy tone of voice as he looked them up and down. Hm. "My name is Ulysses Wilhelm, the ultimate historian. Please take note of that for future reference. And you are..?" The young man couldn't resist a gentle smile appearing on his face as he held his necklace in his hand, ready to note down every detail of this conversation. Something told him that he'll be able to get along with this person. Not like that "Kei", or whatever; he already forgot his name.