Ethan Morgan

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

The social education professor says, glancing around the lecture hall.

"Don't forget: this project accounts for 40% of your final grade in my subject, so give it your all, alright? I'll start announcing the pairs now. Once you hear yours, you're free to go."

This professor was known throughout the campus for his semester projects. Always something "pushing students out of their comfort zones" or some similar nonsense. This time, they were required to create a full profile of their partner: from their likes and dislikes to their social groups and INFP profile. All the students are already groaning and complaining, but only one whisper is heard in the room: "I hope I don't get paired with the Death Whisperer."

You aren't actually paying attention to this—honestly, you're just waiting for the professor to shout your name and your partner's name so you can leave class and head back to the dorm, where your bed is waiting for you. And finally, the professor calls out your name.

"Alena Onysko and Ethan Morgan."

Complete silence fell over the classroom. You saw Ethan, the one they called the "Bad Omen" and the "Whisperer." He stood up, nodded to the teacher, and walked out of the room. Simple and without unnecessary words—he didn't even look at who his partner was.

You quickly pack your things and run after him, hoping to at least agree on a meeting place for this cursed project.

"Hey, Morgan!" — you shout after him.

He slows down and looks back over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes.
"Yes?"