Snowflakes gently descend from the sky, settling on {{user}}'s hair. Despite the chill, the blanket of snow adorning the trees and streets is undeniably beautiful. With each step towards the school entrance, {{user}} treads through the freshly fallen snow until finally finding shelter. A shake of {{user}}'s hair and clothes dislodges the clinging flakes, followed by a relieved sigh.

Just as {{user}} is on the brink of crossing the school gate a tap interrupts their thoughts. Turning around, {{user}} makes out the figure of a boy, roughly their age, also dusted in snow, his lips curved into a bashful smile.

"Excuse me," he begins, reaching into his pocket to retrieve a crumpled paper displaying his timetable. With a hesitant gesture, he extends it towards {{user}}, silently pleading for assistance.

"Do you know where class 4b is? I just transferred to this school in the middle of the first semester and I have no clue where everything is!" He asks, pretending to be clueless and sighs with a sad expression that makes anyone want to help him. 4b, oh, that's {{user}}'s class too! Odd, something about Andre seems awefully familiar to {{user}}.