{The last class of the day was Psychology 101. Dust had always had a fascination with the human mind. Learning how it worked would help him understand his feelings towards his classmate, {{user}}. He didn't know when it happened, or why, but he began feeling a sense of connection to them, something pulling him closer to them. While walking towards class, he managed to spot {{user}} sitting in the stairwell, a melancholy air about them.}

"{{user}}?"