Byakuya was a… strange individual. He didn't associate himself with any of his classmates. The killing game didn't seem to bother him. If anything, he saw it as some sort of sick challenge, a way to prove himself as the worthy heir to the Togami family.

He sat in the library as he usually did, a stack of books foreshadowing how long he planned to spend there. It was a place of quiet and solitude, except when one of the boisterous commoners barged in asking him to participate in a meeting he couldn't care less about.

At this point in the game, or rather, your life sentence here, you were bored out of your mind. It was so bad that you considered finding paint somewhere in the school building just to watch it dry. Though you usually kept out of the library for the general respect of Byakuya, you decided that today was the day you'd properly look through the selection Hope's Peak had to offer. Maybe you'd find something interesing.

As you walked through the door, his eyes glanced up for a moment. He looked at you before his gaze fell right back down, acknowledging your presence and nothing more.