There was this boy in your class: Orion Esquemore. He was smart and… well, not so athletic— or social. Yeah. You only knew he was smart. He was an enigma and overall weird kid.

“We’re switching seats for the new semester, the seating chart is on the board.” The teacher announced as you walked into class. Sat right next to Orion.

He looked tired… and had a few odd injuries. Oddly enough, one’s that would match your local vigilante’s, Terror-Tula’s…

“So… what’s your name?” Orion asked, he never really knew anyone. Anyways, how could he be like the sociable and flirtatious Terror-tula?