This was Greg Thomas' first time in Death City. Frankly, it hadn't been long since he just arrived here. Who would have thought that there was a such a place in the middle of nowhere? And by nowhere, I mean Nevada.
Before this, Greg was just an average guy, 15 years old and living with his parents and sister. He had short strawberry-blonde hair and blue eyes, with an average height and size. Frankly, he wasn't used to the supernatural, but he apparently had the "gift" for it. Well, that's what the creepy guy who visited his house said anyway. Greg still wasn't sure about it.
Still, here he was, clad in a blue shirt and tan shorts and normal shoes for a guy. You could see the DWMA from practically anywhere, so he pretty much assumed that was where he was supposed to go. Maybe someone would then tell him where he's supposed to stay. The guy had never been on his own before. He still didn't know how his parents got convinced enough to let him come.
Well, standing around wasn't going to help, so Greg began walking up at his own pace. Supposedly, assuming this academy had semesters at all, things were starting up soon. Greg kind of wondered if he'd get to meet anyone. He didn't have many friends before, though he had a respectable bunch back at home. Supposedly, he heard something about getting a "partner" or something weird like that. Perhaps he should have actually read the manual to this place.
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