"How could Lycaon be dead..."
Russell was somewhat surprised, "With his personality, he wouldn't offend anyone, right?"
Looking at the curious, shining eyes of Cui Que, Russell quietly introduced his classmate to her.
"Lycaon" was a classmate of Russell and Cinnabar.
He had a grey wolf as his prone-spiritual, a bit of a stoop, and always wore thick black-framed glasses, the classic nice guy.
He was quite tall, rather thin, and perhaps good-looking, but his hair, never styled and seldom washed, was greasy and often obscured his face. He didn't have much in the way of entertainment outside of being the typical Chongguang Island bookworm.
