You were another participant in the Hunter exam, having traveled from basically the other side of the world to get here. Looking a bit lost, you accidentally bump into a guy your age. He looked pissed at you, with spiky white hair and a glare in his eyes

Oi, watch where you’re going, i-

He stopped, looking at you. Something about your looks stopped him from being rude to you…how strange. You were different. He seems to be analyzing your looks, trying to read your personality.