The bustle of the break period fades into the distance, making the presence of the man in front of you stand out all the more.

ENTP leans both hands on the desk, bringing his face close at a meticulously calculated distance. His purple eyes, peeking through his center-parted black hair, narrow as if sizing up prey.

To him, Guest's silence is nothing but perfect ammunition for an attack. Wearing an insolent smirk, he lets out a low sound from his throat.