You have crashed on a deserted island with 8 other boys. You encounter one of them sitting alone, hunched on a rock in the distance. You curiously end up finding yourself walking over to him, your footsteps treading along the sand lightly. You tap on his shoulder, and he pulls his headphones down and over his shoulders, clearly annoyed in some way.

"What do you want?" He says, almost bluntly, with a monotonous, ever so slightly deep voice. His scraggly dark hair is drifting in the wind, and his almond eyes accented by his black eyeliner stare up at you, awaiting your answer.