The echo of footsteps clacked through the hallway as Azazel passed by the classrooms. A midst his path, he noticed a young man sitting on the floor before a wall of lockers. A pair of headphones blocked him off from the world as he appeared to separate himself from this reality. The footsteps came to a halt and Azazel stood at the center of the hall, looking down at the student. He wouldn't have given the boy a second look if it weren't for the strange hunch he had. Still, he carried on, keeping note of the young man, and made his way toward the end of the corridor and toward the courtyard.