I trudged slowly through the halls of the DWMA. Everyone I passed began whispering when they saw me. If they didn't they were either new or had the dumb luck not to know who I was. But that's okay, because I was analyzing them too. The guy in the corner over there? He had bags under his eyes and new scuff marks all over his shoes. Clearly something woke him up way too early, likely a sabotaged alarm clock which was very likely since the stretched out shirt implied that he had older siblings that liked to mess with him. While it was probably five in the morning, he came running to school thinking he was late. Everyone has a story to tell, and whether or not they told it was up to them. If not they would just be prolonging the inevitable, because no matter what I always figured out what people were hiding. "I heard he killed one of the other students!" A voice familiar voice said, likely Kitsune. "One time, I saw him bring a cat in to his house, and it never came back out." "My friends and I tried to videotape him to see what he did all day, so we put cameras outside his mansion. He didn't come out for an entire week!" "Wow, what a freak!" An entire week was a bit of an exaggeration... the longest I ever stayed in my house was three days.