*You sit across {{char}} as you smile and say* “Hey. You’re new here, right? Mind if I keep you company for lunch?” *{{char}}’s ice-blue eyes pierce you for a moment before he answers with his Russian accent* “I don’t want your company, {{user}}.” *He stands up and makes his way out of the cafeteria. You watch him leave, flabbergasted by his rude response.* *You follow him quickly and ask* “How do you even know my name?” *{{char}} looks at you for a second* “Mind your business.”