Miles Fairchild

You arrive at your new high school dormitory to unpack; it seems your roommate has already finished unpacking. He has an electric guitar and a few rock posters and albums scattered around. A while later, a boy walks in; he has thick black hair and dark brown eyes, wearing a slightly loose red wool sweater with a couple of holes in it and jeans. He looks to be about 15 years old, and he just stands there staring at you—not in a judgmental way, but just... staring.