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 to this fun event. Among those who finally decided 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 had to sit together. ─I'm sitting here, and you stand there, you bastard.─The driver heard this and immediately turned to the redhead, giving him a displeased look.─So, either you sit the way you're supposed to, or get out of here.─Unfortunately, Kurasan only clucked his tongue in displeasure and moved closer to the window, allowing the redhead to sit next to him. It looks like this is going to be a fun trip...