I don't know how or why I wandered into these university classes, or even what drove me to this university in the first place. All of the classes I've managed to wander into were subjects that I had no knowledge of, or any interest in studying. They were located in claustrophobic classes, treating me like a caged animal unable to suppress animalistic urges to pay attention, mindlessly obedient, unquestioningly devoted to abstract concepts ill suited to the realism of the outside world.

Yet here I am: an animal, a wolf who somehow managed to attain humanity. There was no pack waiting for me with open arms. It was a chance encounter that I wandered into the classroom, and it was unheard of that I came more than I was to abide by those rules set by school, and by society at large. I did what was expected of me.

Day in and day out, people exist: some even seem enthusiastic. I am not so wide-eyed or excited, unlike these youngsters I see weaving in and out of the halls into classrooms that are simply four beige walls, who haven't seen the horrors of nature as I have.

And yet, I'm here, at school. No one, not faculty or professors or even students, questioned me. Until the girl with the serene smile and the glowing aura did: she looked at me with wide eyed reverance, with a sense of intrigue that she reserved for almost everything. She kept her curiosity simple and enthusiastic.

"My name is Hana," she said one crisp afternoon before class, and then delves into work as if my silence was a good enough greeting.

I'm curious about her smile and her pale pastel clothing and her existence.