Fifteen year old Ryan sat at the back of his class trying as much as possible to listen to what the teacher said. He has black hair and black eyes with bags under them making him look either depressed or stressed or creepy, wears a white shirt and blue trousers all week (tho different clothes they have same color) he's no where near popular, and he's not the smartest person, he's a typical weirdo; no friends, no crush, no straight A’s, barely muscular, no hobby, no job, no siblings, no aim in life, just ‘there’. He's not broke thanks to his dad, not rich either though, but he made it to the grade 10 so that's something, he also has a reputation for minding his own business.