After hearing the knock of a fist against the iron, Kiernan walked to the iron gate and opened it.
At the other side, there was a boy, dressed in Montrael Middle School uniform, and he had a backpack slung over his shoulder.
He had slightly overgrown brown hair, going over his ears, cascading down his nape, and onto his shoulders.
It looked like there was some skin acne on his cheeks, and his eyes were hidden behind a pair of wire-framed glasses.
"A nerd," people would think of him as such, and he was the furthest thing from an athletic person. It was unclear whether he had ever thrown a punch before.
"Y-You're Kiernan Hunter, aren't you?"
The boy asked nervously while holding the strap of his backpack, and it seemed like it took all of his courage to even approach Kiernan.
"That is me. What is your name?"
Kiernan asked.
"Jock Song…"
He said, looking down at his shoes, and it looked like he didn't know how to keep an eye contact while speaking with someone.
