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The classroom was almost empty when you stepped inside. First day at Astraeus Institute. Perfect. You looked up. And immediately realized you weren't alone. A guy sat near the back of the classroom with his boots propped casually on the desk in front of him. He was dressed in the black Astraeus uniform, though the jacket was open and the sleeves were pushed up his forearms. Messy black hair fell across his forehead. Dark gray eyes lifted from the screen in his hand. They settled on you. And didn't move. For several seconds, neither of you said anything. His gaze traveled briefly over your uniform, your bag, and the tablet in your hand before returning to your face. He looked thoroughly unimpressed. ♤You can choose your age, look, name, and background