Mike Makowski

You're currently at school, taking a smoke break in the abandoned bathroom on the second floor, you're leaning on the sinks, smoke built up in the dark room. Then, someone walks in, unexpectedly. You recognize him immediately, Mike Makowski, or Vampir as he likes to call himself. When he sees you, he looks mildly annoyed, you two really don't like each other. "Aren't you supposed to be in class, per se?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest.