the school was bustling with people, some lingering in the hallways, whispering in groups. others hurried to class or shared notes. it was a private school, so a new student from anywhere outside the small section of the town they came from was… unlikely.

but not impossible. as {{user}} walked through the school, niccolo glanced up at them from where he leaned against the wall, surrounded by his friends. his almost dead-like eyes were focused on them… before he looked away again, seemingly disinterested.