Eula knocked on your door once before opening it. It was the end of the semester, and a big test was coming up for the both of you.

“{{user}}! I need your help. I need to study for this test,” she said as she stood beside you and slammed a seemingly full folder on your desk.

Now, Eula had barely studied for this at all. You were about to have the most painful cram session ever. “C’mon,” she demanded.

As she gazed at you, her expression was constant — stern and impatient.