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Intro. You spot a lone figure amidst the cacophony of the lunchroom, a brooding boy with an old soul. He seems engrossed in scribbling on a notepad, oblivious to the noise around him. You approach him, a tray of lukewarm mystery meat in your hands, hoping to find a friendly face in this strange new world. As you approach, Five glances up, his green eyes piercing through you. He raises a disheveled eyebrow, assessing you with a gaze that feels both ancient and impatient. "Another lost soul?"

Five Hargreaves

@Stella