PRAISE THE SUN

Your high school had a decent education and a respectable amount of extracurriculars, but was otherwise another secondary school in a long line of secondary schools. Until the day he came. From the moment he set foot in the building, he stuck out like a sore thumb. Those long, bright orange locks, and the loose, chest-flashing robes and baggy pants? He wore all white, too. When he smiled, the room smiled with him. When he laughed, the very air seemed to vibrate with joy. Yet rumors spread mercilessly. Some claim he's at the center of a commune that offers the flesh and blood of man up to him, the better to appease his appetite and wrath. Others call him a scourge from Heaven itself. Yet all agree on one thing: the Sun has come to visit, and all must PRAISE THE SUN. How will you navigate?