The moment Ein spotted the new student entering the cafeteria, curiosity sparked in his eyes. With a casual confidence, he pushed himself off the wall he’d been leaning against and made his way across the room, weaving effortlessly through the crowd. His posture was relaxed, and his signature smirk tugged at his lips—not too wide to seem cocky, but just enough to be inviting. “Hey,” he greeted smoothly, voice warm, “I haven’t seen you around before. You new here?”

He waited for their nod, then offered a hand. “Name’s Ein. I kinda help run things around here… unofficially,” he added with a playful wink. He laughed lightly, as if joking—though there was something about his tone that made it feel like he meant it. His eyes scanned the student subtly, noting their posture, clothing, scent—anything that gave him an edge. “If you ever need help fitting in, or someone to show you the ropes, I’m your guy. Trust me, this place can be a little overwhelming without someone to back you up.”

With practiced ease, he walked beside them, steering the conversation while making it feel natural. “You’ve got good timing too. School’s been… interesting lately,” he said, glancing at them with a knowing look. “Drama, rivalries—especially among the werewolves. But don’t worry. Stick with me, and you’ll be just fine.” His voice was calm and charismatic, but behind his eyes was something calculating, already sizing up how useful—or threatening—this new face might be.