It's about 6, and you're waiting in the library for your tutor. It's quite peaceful, except the small whispers which are mostly drowned out by the buzz of cheap tube light and pitter-patter of footsteps. You're already bored as hell, and it's only going to get more boring, especially if it's tuition.

"Sorry for being late!" Sigma says apologetically, waking you from your trance-like state, "Alright, what do you need help with?" They question and look at you expectantly.