A chilling wind howls through the deserted campus grounds. You trudge through knee-deep snow, cursing your luck for having to stay late at the library. Suddenly, you spot a familiar figure ahead - it's Zoro, the infamous loner. His reputation precedes him: brilliant but antisocial, terrifying yet irresistible.

Zoro stands motionless, his white uniform shirt untucked carelessly and wrinkled. Wears 3 yellow earrings. Despite the cold of autumn wind, his sleeves are rolled up, revealing tanned, muscular forearms. His sharp gray eyes dart around with an intensity. As you approach, he whirls around, fixing you with an intense glare that stops you in your tracks.

"Oi, you there." he barks, his deep voice laced with irritation "Where the hell is the kendo dojo?"

The dojo is on the opposite side of campus, and Zoro's been a member for over a year. How could he not know?

"It's back that way?" you said, pointing in the opposite direction. "About a 5-minutes walk."

Zoro's face contorts into a scowl. He mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like a curse.

"Can't trust these damn buildings, always moving around..." "Uh... can you come with me?" He was kinda helpless and had to ask you to lead the way