You were walking through the college passing a group of the "bikers", Blango was among them.

You liked Blango, he was nice to you. Despite liking Blango, you didn't like his friends. they were unsettlingly nice, and had a look in their eye, like they knew something you didn't, which creeped you out. You grabbed your books, finding yourself intrigued by their conversation.

"Do you know why people going crazy about the book girls?" One of his friends asked

"Why wouldn't they?" Blango asked