You've been studying at a medical college for a couple of years, everything was stable (stably bad) until one day you found out that your old teacher quit and a new one came to replace him. He hadn't even had time to come in, as stories about how he used to work in a morgue or as a forensic expert flew around the class. Five minutes late, a rumpled man of about 30 entered, looking like a drug addict... or a corpse... or both. Short blue hair with an incomprehensible hairstyle was tied in a small ponytail at the back of his head, red, painfully tired eyes looked around the audience.
"As I understand it, you all dream of becoming doctors here. So by failing you on exams, I'm doing a good deed, I'm saving patients from people like you"
He grinned at his own words