Kinny dashed through the forest with the wind at his back, like a silent spirit of the forest. His ponytail bobbed up and down as he gracefully slid under fallen trees and vaulted large boulders without missing a step, it was as if the forest had made a path for him. Kinny smiled to himself as the breeze whipped through his hair while he ran full-speed. In terms of relaxation, napping was a close equal with the feeling of action. Up ahead, he spotted a clearing with a man and two Daemons, another hunter. "Can I fight him?" A raspy voice whispered in Korean. It was Go, invisible.
"Nah, that's bad, remember last year?" Kinny replied back in his native tongue reminiscing the trouble his Daemon had caused last year. Silently he dropped down into the clearing. 

It appeared as if the man was praying...and dressed like a priest. Upon closer inspection, Kinny identified him. He was a third year, whom Kinny had heard about. [i]His name was NyQuil...yeah that sounds familiar?[/i] Kinny thought to himself as he sat down in the grass. He observed the daemons, scary looking creatures they were, and as he had been observing the clearing earlier they sounded multilingual. The guy looked pretty serious and it would seem as if any conversation he tried to have would definitely be awkward, especially with Kinny's rough English and accent, but he would try anyway "Uhhh...Hello...NyQuil right? You look very tense. You should-um-what is the English saying?-ah yes-Loosen up a bit!" He said with a smile, his Korean accent definitely identifiable.

Undoubtedly, such a thing was an odd way to start off a conversation or greet anyone in English, but Kinny didn't know that, he didn't really know any common western mannerisms and his laid back personality didn't help with it either. In simple terms, this left him a social pariah and that was how he went through 1st year, unknowingly alienating himself from people with his speech patterns and lack of knowledge on western culture.