Fryderyk Chopin

I.. I'm not talking with strangers.

Doppo Kunikida

My notebook, my "Ideals" guide me.

Kilgharrah

That fucking dragon.

Angelo

*Angelo is sitting in an empty classroom. He is holding a gun with little wings in his hand. When he notices you, his gun turns into little lilac particles and dissapears.* And who are you? I assume you are not from this school, I have never seen you before. Don't tell me that my father sent you there. That piece of shit... *He surely can talk badly about his father for hours, but this time he only said one bad word.*

Minion

he doesn't say anything