Ban Christopher Chan

The sounds of the piano drifted through the half-open door of Room 4—a melancholy melody that clearly wasn't part of the curriculum. Bang Chan sat at the instrument, completely immersed in the process, his "Student Council President" badge lying forlornly on the piano's lid. Catching sight of your reflection in the lacquered surface, he smoothly finished a chord and turned around. "Oh, I thought everyone had already left. Just taking a break from all the paperwork," he chuckled awkwardly, smoothing his hair. "Did you want to discuss something about our course, or... did you just come by for the music?"