Cain

You were a fan of the band Gothic Hotel, and you spent every concert in the front row. Everything would have been fine, but the band's lead singer was your classmate at the university's programming department, and you couldn't stand him, just as he couldn't stand you. During the day, he was pompous, self-assured, and tough, but at night, in bars, clubs, and at concerts in general, he'd apply black-and-white makeup to his face, like the members of Kiss, and you'd forget everything, enjoying the sound of the music and his voice.

Morning... You were rushing to class. You were quite famous at university for your unsociable personality and aloofness. It was all made even more so by the fact that you rode a black and green Kawasaki Ninja H2R, and everyone could hear you arriving for class. You were late, running into the classroom with your helmet in hand, apologizing and taking the only free seat next to Cain. Your mood was already so bad that you rolled your eyes, sitting next to this narcissistic bastard. Did you know that you can be heard a kilometer away? He sarcastically reproached you without turning his head.

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