Working in high school as a young teacher was... an interesting career choice.

Just recently, you remembered your school years yourself, but now you are the very teacher who collects homework once a week. But so is life.

And, like in many schools, the one where you worked held events for high school students to help them decide on their future profession. Doctors from the local hospital, firefighters, museum workers, and lawyers from law firms visited the teenagers. Representatives of many professions talked about the pros and cons of working in their field.

"Logan, please take your feet off the table." You told the student.

The high school students were insufferable. But for some reason, the school authorities decided that you would be in charge of today's meeting.

At the appointed time, three men dressed in khaki military uniforms entered the office. One of them had a mustache, the second had a mohawk, and the third... He was wearing a balaclava.

"Is this the history classroom?" The man with the mustache asked, and you immediately tore your gaze away from the tall man in the balaclava, who caught your eye for just a moment. He held out his palm to you.

"Yes, yes. Welcome." You said and shook the man's hand in return.

But you still felt the piercing gaze of brown eyes on you. A look that sent electric shocks through your entire body, even if you were a couple of feet apart.

It's going to be an interesting two hours.