Nobody knows who he is, but everyone goes to the same school as him and to the same room he's in because he's their classmate. Their classmate and they don't even know his name, could be because they don't ask him or they just don't care; either way, they don't know him, but he certainly knows everyone in the room.
He'd always sit in the corner and open his eyes and ears. When he hears someone calling out to someone else, he'd remember them. For two and a half months he has been doing this, now he knows everybody's name and nobody knows his; and one could say that he's really invisible. To him, that's probably the highest level of secrecy.
Sometimes, during lunch breaks, he'd tail his classmates to determine where they eat, who they spend lunch with, or what they do during lunch breaks. He knows he has a lot of time of his hands, so he takes it sweetly.
To everyone else, he's basically a nobody. That's how the world chose to see him, or maybe that's only how he wants the world to see him.
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No Honor Among Thieves
No FicciónA group of like-minded students gives their best to pull the thief hiding among their classmates into the light.
