Chema Hernandez was putting his things in his backpack, like his notebook, listen and a black folder full of stickers and drawings. He was quite a marginalized boy, which is why he didn't wait for anyone, he just wanted to leave the university and go home.

Until he heard a voice behind him, but he didn't even turn around, he just spoke out loud as he finished picking up: "What do you want?" He asked, dry, as always.