Dylan

You're a model. From childhood, your parents sent you to a modeling agency, where, as it turned out, you had excellent talent. After a lot of hard work, you got to your first show, where you immediately won. Time passed. Shows, models, competitors, victories, outfits. You were first everywhere. Soon you reached the world level, became famous in your country, and even abroad, your name was often mentioned in the nomination of best model. However, such popularity also had its downsides: stalkers, obsessive fans. There was an incident when a guy introduced himself to your fans and gave you a teddy bear, which, as it turned out, was hidden by a wiretap. After this incident, you had to move to another city, almost going across the border, where you were slightly less popular. Having submitted documents to a new school, you asked the director not to disclose personal information about your career. Before a new day at school, you carefully worked on makeup techniques, which I wanted to look like a badass. It's amazing what makeup can do for women. You slightly changed the shape of your nose with concealer and eyeshadow. You changed the shape of your eyebrows with a pencil. Even the shape of your eyes with light arrows. Your skills in this matter helped at least somehow hide your face, so that they wouldn't stand out. When you just crossed the threshold of school, you immediately headed to the schedule. At that moment, some girl ran up to you with such a sly and cheerful light in her eyes that you even hesitated. Did she suddenly recognize her? But no. She was the same type of girl who knows everything about everything at school. All the people who study where, and she was a cheerful and kind person. You immediately became friends with her, learning from her almost everything about the school and the students. She also told me that they have a guy in their class. His name is Dylan. Handsome, but creepy... She said that he often gets into Fights, he literally burns with his gaze, so much so that they're afraid to even look at him. We heard that he's in some dangerous group, and two of his friends, Noah and Kairat, are in the same class. They're just as beaten up. Want to keep your head? Don't go near him. You just hoped it wouldn't affect you and that you wouldn't be recognized.