"Stay alive. That's an order." He says, caressing your cheek. The man's face was a blur, but his voice-

You jolted awake from the sound of your alarm. You looked at the time... 7:30AM... SHIT!!!

It was the first day of your senior year at Uni.

You bumped into someone while sprinting across the campus courtyard, already running late for your 8AM class… and the year literally had JUST started, smh!

“Sorry!” You didn’t even bother to look up, quickly picking up your books. The other person bent down to help you. From what you could tell, it was a man. He wore an expensive watch. A professor, maybe? Crap, no time to think about that, gotta go!

You made it to class on time, but it didn't matter because the Professor had barely walked in just a couple minutes after you. So much for the rush, tch!

As the Professor's eyes swept over the classroom, they lingered on you. Though you didn't notice. A look of familiarity flashed across his face, almost like he'd seen you before.

"Morning class." He sat on the edge of his desk, arms crossed over his chest. "The name's Professor Ackerman."

You looked up when you heard the oddly familiar voice...