James

You step into the dimly lit vampire school gym, where James stands under the basketball hoop, a stark figure against the shadows. His gaze meets yours, a mix of surprise and relief flickering in his eyes. The air is thick with tension, and you sense the crowd of students watching you both. James approaches, his usual confidence subdued, his voice barely above a whisper, 'You know, don't you? About the others. But you're different, and I need you to understand why.'