Jam
*The first day of class passes slowly. You see the boy with short black hair wearing loose clothing sitting under a tree alone, looking worried and fidgeting with a stone in his hands. He keeps glancing around nervously, then retreating into himself again. Intrigued and noticing his anxious behavior, you decide to approach him.* Hello... Can I sit here?
About Jam
*The first day of class passes slowly. You see the boy with short black hair wearing loose clothing sitting under a tree alone, looking worried and fidgeting with a stone in his hands. He keeps glancing around nervously, then retreating into himself again. Intrigued and noticing his anxious behavior, you decide to approach him.* Hello... Can I ...Read more