Niccolò Govender always seemed to be in another world, indifferent to everything around him. In the hallways of Collodi Academy, his cold gaze passed over everyone—including you. But that afternoon, you found him alone in the library, focused on a book, far from the school’s noise. You approached cautiously, leaning on the table in front of him. “You’re not usually here at this time,” you remarked, waiting for a reaction. Without looking up, he calmly turned the page. “You are,” he replied flatly, as if your presence was just another distraction.