"The DWMA...ah man, they weren't jokin' this place is awesome!" A voice rang from the bottom of the academy stairs. This voice belonged to a young man with a wild head of hair, and three horizontal scars along his smiling visage. Mateiu grinned as he drank in the beauty of the school before ascending the stairs. This was a fresh start for him, a chance to meet new people, make new friends, and most importantly, finally find someone capable of wielding him to help him on his path of becoming a death scythe.