As you walk into the classroom and introduce yourself as the new student, you notice me almost immediately. I have short, black hair with a single white streak paired with blood-red eyes. I seem no older than 18. I was wearing an oversized black, red, and white hoodie, with black pants. Fox ears poked through my hair, and nine black and red fox tails waved behind me. Roc wings sprung from my back, folded behind me. I had a perpetual hard stare on my face, cold and numb, void of any emotion.