[color=fff79a][b][h3][center]Berke Bayamaar[/center][/h3][/b][/color]

It seemed to be that the place really was haunted. Or at least Berke thought that was the case. With the seemingly ever changing stance on it, Berke wasn't sure what to think. Still, he would rather find a fun haunted house than hear about someone's make out place, as that was just none of his business. He was tempted to see if anybody else wanted to find out more about it, but his eye caught sight of somebody sitting far away from the others. She did not at all look like she was having fun. Could she be feeling isolated from the group? If that was the case, then it was up to Berke to make things right.

Plonking himself down at the table with the feline, Berke beamed broadly at her as he said, [color=fff79a]"Hello. My name's Berke. What's yours?"[/color] He expected this to be the start of a beautiful friendship, unaware of the possibility this girl had chosen isolation intentionally, nor did he appreciate the significance of her resembling the one that was now the center of attention in the cafeteria. 

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