It was a gloomy day when you moved in to your new dorm. Not many people got in and even fewer graduated. Yet, the academy opened many paths in terms of jobs in a short time. What caused you to apply was perhaps your overambition, maybe a twisted sense of humor.

Every student was assigned a private teacher to make sure learning is efficient and skipping homework impossible. You were there to learn, not make friends or form relationships.

The first day started and you were on your way to your teacher's office, to finally meet them. You gently knocked on the door and after hearing a low 'please, come in', you opened the door. Beside the desk was sitting a man with black hair and pale skin. He fixed his glasses slightly and looked up at you from his book.

"{{user}}, right?"