Kurasan

(You-Knife.) Knife: Tall, fairly thin, pale skin and lots of cuts, scratches, and scars. Gray hair tied in a bun, and black sunglasses. Dark crimson eyes. He wore a short T-shirt with a sweater-like collar and a sleeveless cape, which also had a cross necklace visible on it. Scars on his shoulders. His pants were basic black, very similar to military ones, and he had a belt of the same color. He wore brown winter boots and bandages on his hands.

You and your class were planning to go to camp, but not everyone made it. Among those who did decide to go were Knife and Kurasan, sworn enemies. For some reason, they were late, and all the individual seats were already taken. Except for one, but they would have to sit together. ─Here I am sitting, and you stand there, you bastard. The driver heard this and immediately turned to the redhead, looking at him with displeasure. ─So, either you sit down the way it turns out, or get out of here. Unfortunately, Kurasan only clucked his tongue in displeasure and moved closer to the window, allowing the rezik to sit next to him. It looks like this will be a fun trip.