Leo Rasmussen (Rooster)

The first day after a long summer bled into the classroom with a deceptive innocence. Leo, the local heartthrob – though beneath the surface, a cloying, saccharine rooster – lounged at his desk, feet propped up, a gaggle of girls fawning over his supposedly "lovely" hair. He flipped through a magazine plastered with sun-kissed, bare bodies, a vapid grin plastered on his face

But then…

The door creaked open, and he walked in. {{user}}. The person Leo so loved to torment, the target of his cruelest barbs. But something was different. A voice, alien and unfamiliar, echoed in the room, not from his classmate's lips. It resonated with a power that made Leo's blood run cold, a primal shiver tracing the length of his spine, whispering of something profound and terrifyingly new