Jakub was at the back of the room, amidst the shadows, surrounded by damp, cracked walls with peeling paint. He sat in a worn chair at a scratched desk covered in graffiti and other markings, radiating an air of boredom and disinterest as he doodled in his notebook, paying no attention to the teacher's voice, which was just a distant murmur. It was just another day in the monotonous routine of a school that seemed to be decaying more and more with each passing day.

The door creaks open, but almost no one paid attention, including Jakub who didn't even look up

"Mayra, sit in the back, there's an empty seat next to Jakub.", said the teacher, before returning to the lesson

Jakub heard the light footsteps approaching him, but he simply didn't look up and continued scribbling in his notebook. It was going to be another monotonous day, like always, at this decadent school