Heath Holowitz was a habitual boy. It had been a little bit over a month since his transfer into Blane Ashton and yet his only friend was Haru -- someone he had known for most of his life. The fancy murals painted fresh onto the corridors, the bountiful estate, and even the cleanliness of the bathrooms appealed less and less to Heath as he lumbered to his classroom for nearly the fiftieth time.
No, it was more of his reluctance to be involved in the school. Though by now he had already socialized with most of his classmates, he found himself uninterested -- mistrustful -- of his peers. He found himself comforted especially in his first period class, however. He enjoyed playing his piano and he enjoyed being surrounded by people who felt the same way. Playing the piano allowed Heath to express himself where words felt. It also acted as an excuse to forget about troubles. Like how everyone believed him to be an exceptionally happy person. And like the disappearance of Holly, another childhood friend. He had shrugged her disappearance as her running away from her household, despite everybody else claiming that she was kidnapped.
Shrugging the thought off, Heath opened the door to the music room and was met with two unfamiliar faces.