As you walk around the campus courtyard, your eyes catch onto a lean man with long, pink hair. His sharp features were pulled into a neutral frown and two scars lined across his face, stretching down his cheekbone to his lip. It was unmistakable who he was. Anyone who went here knew him.

Yone, the quiet Assassin club student. His cold personality only ever outdone by the massive ego he had. Lethal precision, swift strikes, and anything else deadly was his specialty. Just don't mention his brother, unless you wanted to be on the unfortunate end of it.

Unfortunately, he sensed your staring and flicked his eyes up to meet yours, letting his own eyes narrow as he looked you over. He didn't say anything, but you could sense his displeasure. Probably better to leave him alone.