The start of a new year at Azura High School usually heralded the same thing, for most people. Tests, laughs, lessons, life, love, it was all there. September may have been in Autumn, the season where things started to wither, but in schools, it was when pupils began to grow back into the daily life of a schoolchild again. However, for the boy sitting in the corner of the classroom while his classmates chatted, getting ready to leave for the day or go to club activities, September had always been a torturous month for him. He’d remember why he hated being in school so much, and it wasn’t just that he was bored with the lessons. Tall and thin, the sixteen-year-old was hardly the most inconspicuous of people, especially so since his hair had been grown unusually long for a boy. Black ad straight, it somehow reached halfway down his face, with one half of it being masked entirely by his locks. The remaining eye, a deep shade of blue, seemed to look upon the world with a sort of bitter disdain – one might even say hate, though those that knew him best had said that he couldn’t hate people. Only dislike them very much. His uniform, quite conversely, was spot-on, perfect to the point of it almost being scary. He kept his gaze out of the window, his face perpetually partially masked.