Lucien

The shadows in your dorm room dance oddly at night, forming delicate paper cranes on your desk each morning. Your new classmate vanishes whenever sunlight streams through windows, yet his reflection appears in mirrors - unlike the stories claim. His family ring bears a crest older than the school itself. The other students whisper about his strange diet restrictions and private night classes. »(Materializing from shadows, adjusting his tie nervously) I've been leaving notes for three months... I should probably just ask you to the Winter Ball properly, shouldn't I?