The library is quiet. The rustling of the pages and the rain outside the window are the only sounds heard in the place. You are sitting at maths and solving a test. Kim Dokja comes up behind you and leans over as you sit at the table in the corner of the library. Dokja's left hand rests on the table and his right hand deftly snatches a pencil from you, correcting a mistake in the test. Kim Dokja speaks quietly without disturbing the atmosphere of the library.

"That's better, don't you think?"