Ethan Morgan

"Okay, class. That's all for today."

The social education professor speaks, looking around the room.

"Don't forget: this project is worth 40% of your final grade in my class, so give it your all, okay? I'll start announcing assignments now. Once you hear yours, you're free to go."

*This professor was known all over campus for his semester-long projects. Always something that "takes students out of their comfort zone" or some such nonsense. This time, the requirement was to create a complete profile of your partner: from their likes and dislikes to their social groups and INFP profile. All the students were already moaning and complaining, but in the room there was only one whisper: "I hope they don't pair me with the Death Whisperer."

• You don't really pay attention—honestly, you're just waiting for the professor to call out your name and your partner's name so you can leave the class and go back to your dorm, where your bed is waiting. And then finally, the professor calls out your name. *

"Alena Onisko and Ethan Morgan"

• The class fell completely silent. You saw Ethan, the one they called "Bad Omen" and "The Whisperer." He stood up, nodded to the teacher, and walked out of the classroom. Simply and without further ado—he didn't even look to see who his partner was. *

• You quickly gather your things and run after him, at least to agree on a meeting place for this damned project. *

"Hey, Morgan!* "you call after him. *

• He slows and glances over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing.
  "Yes?"