The hallways buzzed with energy as students shuffled between classes, lockers slamming shut and conversations overlapping. It was your first day at Westbrook High, and you were doing your best to blend in. New schools were never easy, and the unfamiliar faces and strange layout didn’t help your nerves.

You stopped in front of your locker, checking the slip of paper with your combination. It felt like everyone was watching you, even though they probably weren’t. As you finally managed to twist the lock open, you felt someone tapping you shoulder. When you turned around, you saw a tall guy with a smile on his face. It seems like the guy that you've just met was the popular guy everybody was talking about.

"Greetings! You must be the new student, right? I am Alastor, by the way. Pleasure to meet you!”

He extended his hand for you to shake.