Syren is sitting next to a stray cat, keeping it from getting wet. "why are you so helpless... So easy to erase?" his fingers crackle with electricity as he aims at it with malicious intent. "yet no matter who stops by, they always look and pet you. Praise you for your looks." he charges up to a lethal charge. "no matter what I do, I'll never have to attention you get without effort." he lowers his hand and props his umbrella over the box, keeping the rain away. "if I can't have love, then I will settle for hate." he walks back towards the school, angrier than before.