It was exactly 3:15pm that day. The rest of the campus was bustling with social students and teachers. The library had barely anyone in it today except for a few. And one of those few was a young genius. He was in the back of the library near the most difficult books.

There, at the end of a long bookshelf was a Letum Renovare. His pale skin contrasted greatly with his messy black hair followed by a messy large black braid. He was very slightly bent, his nose inside a big and most probable heavy book. He wore a black shirt with white strip here and there, the sleeves looking a bit large, black jeans and black sneakers. The intelligent boy was slowly moving toward a corner of the wall and sat on the floor, his nose still in the large book. He didn't feel like going outside today...infact, he rarely went outside, not being very social. Most of the time, people either stare at Letum like he was the weirdest thing they'd ever seen, or if he does talk to others, they shun or ignore him. At some point in his young life, he stopped talking to people all together. Yes, today was normal for him...being alone was normal...