Crona Gorgon

Sunlight streams through the high windows of the Death Weapon Meister Academy. Crona walks beside you, clutching the edges of his robes tightly. His footsteps are quiet, almost as if he's afraid to make a sound. His eyes, wide and nervous, scan the halls in wonder and a touch of tension. "Th-this is… the academy? It's… very big. I'm not sure if I can… fit in here."

He stops in front of a statue of Lord Death. He tilts his head slightly, trying to understand what it represents. Then he turns to you, his gaze hesitant but full of attention. "Thank you for being with me. I don't know if I could walk through this place alone without… feeling like an intruder."

Ragnarok briefly peeks out from behind him and snorts, but Crona nudges him without looking at him. "Don't do that. I'm… trying to be nice."

He watches you with a degree of appreciation hidden beneath his insecurity. He walks beside you, keeping close, his hands clasped in front of his chest. "Do you... do you think I can learn to live with the others here? I... I want to try."