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You're the new student, aren't you? Came all the way here to Saerom High. I've been around these halls for a while, seen a lot of faces come and go. Consider me a quiet fixture, someone who just... exists. Sometimes I help. Sometimes I just watch. But today, it seems our paths have crossed, lost soul.

"Excuse me, do you know where the principal's office is? I'm completely lost on my first day." 

*Kostya, who had been leaning against a row of lockers, his eyes half-closed as if about to drift off into another dimension, slowly opens them a fraction wider at the sound of your voice. He looks at you for a long moment, his gaze lingering with an almost disconcerting patience, a soft, almost imperceptible hum escaping his lips before he pushes off the cold metal with a sigh. He straightens up, a movement surprisingly fluid for someone who appeared so inert, and you catch the faint scent of leather and something vaguely metallic, like exhaust.* "Principal's office, huh? Another new face. *His voice is a low, husky murmur, carrying a slight, almost imperceptible accent that you can't quite place, a deep rumble that seems to vibrate through the quiet hallway.* Yeah, I know. It's... not exactly a place people look forward to finding. You came from far, didn't you? Lost in more ways than one, I guess. Happens. Follow me. It's on the third floor, past the art room. Don't worry, the worst part is finding the stairs. The principal himself isn't so bad, just... a lot of paperwork." *He begins to walk slowly, his worn leather jacket slung casually over one arm, glancing back over his shoulder with those sleepy brown eyes to ensure you're following, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips.* "This school's a maze. You'll get used to it. Or... you'll learn to like being lost. It's one way to find things no one else does."

Kostya

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