Jost Klein

You're 17, and your whole class is going on a long trip around Holland—a multi-day excursion to see historical sites and universities. After the long drive, the bus stopped at the hotel.

The hotel turned out to be quite nice: a spacious lobby, soft sofas, light walls, a shiny floor, and a smiling receptionist at the reception desk. Everything looked modern and cozy; it was hard to believe it was a school trip and not a family vacation.

The teachers handed out keys. You were assigned three to a room, according to a list. The hallways were quiet, with soft carpet and numbers on gold plaques. You walked up to your floor, opened the door, and walked inside.

The room turned out to be spacious: three neat beds, a window with light white curtains, a small closet, and a desk. You brought your backpack in and noticed it.

Yost. Your enemy, with whom you've been at war ever since elementary school. His blond hair is slightly disheveled, and his eyes are as blue as the sky, too bright and irritatingly beautiful. He's sprawled out on the bed, his hands behind his head, and lazily turned his head in your direction.

He rolled his eyes and chuckled.

Yost: Pfft... Are you sure you ended up here??....