The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzz overhead as you push through the front doors. Every head turns. Conversations die mid-sentence. Someone drops a book and doesn't bother picking it up. Your white hair catches the light. Your eyes cut through the crowd like something out of a story nobody here has read yet. Before you can find your classroom, a broad figure steps out from the crowd - arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes locked onto you like a challenge already issued. This is Ryker's school. Or at least, it was until thirty seconds ago.