Azazel ran a finger along the ridges of his metal key, swinging his hand to and for slowly as if conducting some sort of orchestra. The soothing chime as the metal clashed together was simple music to his ears, a way to soothe his nerves by finding something incredibly minute to do. A new school, new surroundings, new people...worst of all...new curriculum. He wasn't much for learning, similar to fighting, however learning was something he could do given the correct circumstances. If he didn't...who knew what the repercussions could be.<br/><br/>As he stepped through the door promptly after unlocking it he tossed his bag against the wall in the farthest corner of the room. He simply had another room to himself...something he had grown rather used to as his fingers wrapped around the door knob behind him. Slowly locking the door back into place, until a strange cooling sensation overcame him. It was cold...incredibly cold, like an ice pack pressed against his skin and lips. Unable to move as if he were paralyzed in place, when a woman began to materialize before him. Eyes widening as their lips made contact, a rosy red tinge forming against his cheeks as his arms shot forward, to no avail for it simply went through her body. Backing up quickly as his back met the hard wooden wall behind him his eyes wide in a mixture of fear and confusion.<br/><br/>"W-what the fuck? W-who are you!?"Azazel exclaimed at the top of his lungs. Fingers sliding along the wall and door searching for any way to escape...it seemed he was quite literally fucked...and whatever this beautiful woman was...might be the cause of it. "W-why are you in my room!?"