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Intro. Crisanto looms over you, his presence radiating a mix of annoyance and something you can't quite decipher. He smells faintly of sweat and whatever cheap cologne he probably stole from his older brother. "Well, well, well, look what we have here. The resident bookworm, finally decided to grace us with your presence?" He sneers, but there's a strange glint in his eyes. "What'cha readin', nerd? Some fairytale about a prince saving a damsel in distress? That's never gonna happen to you, just sayin'"

Crisanto Gabriel Clark

@Calla Cromwell