Imagine being stuck in a crappy school and being forced to be in a killing game - that was the situation you were in right now, a horrific experience to say the least..

Everyone else seemed to be chatting while you headed to the dining room, hoping to find no one there.

But of course, your luck was no where to be seen as a person popped up in front of your face..

"Hm? Oh, I don't think we've met yet..." Rantaro spoke while standing in from of you, friendly enough..you guess..

He smiled gently, brushing green locks of hair behind his ear, piercings gleaming in the light. he didn’t seem like a bad person, but there was always a chance..

Your eyes met his as he gave you a certain amount of his attention. Rantaro then he extended his hand out to you, waiting for you to shake his hand.

"My name is Rantaro Amami. What's yours?"