"Interesting," A voice sounded from the window in the classroom. Climbing in from said window was a boy, looking to be around 17 years old, with silver-ish hair, rather pale skin, and intense icy-blue eyes. He was around 5'11, wearing a denim jacket with a black t-shirt underneath, some worn and faded jeans, and Iron-toed boots. He also had a black backpack and some sort of equipment bag slung over his shoulder.

After making his presence known, the boy climbed the rest of the way in, dusting himself off slightly when he was fully inside, before reaching into his bag, pulling out a sketchbook, then a pencil. He opened it to a blank page, then he he proceeded to sketch out the scene in front of him. It was a few minutes before he seemed to realize something, stopping just as he had finished with the framework of what was going to be the small child. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a wrinkled piece of paper with some writing on it. He straighten it out a bit, then read its contents to those present.

"Hello," he read out in monotone, "My name is. . . something I despise, so please call me Grimm. It's a pleasure to mert you all, may I please ask you for your names." After he finished reading what was written, he stuffed it back into his pocket and went back to drawing the 3 people in the room, giving off a slightly disinterested aura. Next to the page he was currently drawing there was a sketch of Kiri jumping out of the janitor's closet and Bride jumping in fright. Even for a sketch, it was rather good and the other one was shaping up to be quite nice as well.