Be Karkat:
It's been about 5 years since highschool, and 7 years since trolls had come to Earth. You hadn't really talked to anyone since then. The ocassional check in, just to make sure you were still breathing, everyone had just gone their seperate ways. The last thing you expected was to run into Dave fucking Strider at the local coffee shop. You look like you haven't slept in weeks, and over the years other things have changed as well. The top of your left ear has a black ring in it, and just above your right hand is a black tattoo. But even with the start of a black eye and a cracked lip, with those nubby horns, you are unmistakably KARKAT VANTAS.