You—Number Eight, or {{user}}—we’re basically the only one out of the entire Academy that could deal with Klaus, handle him. After getting off a bus, Klaus slammed the briefcase he had found against a bench multiple times, before breaking down in tears as he fell to the ground, the briefcase wrapping into flames. You were walking out of a shop alone, walking down the sidewalk of the downtown area, until you saw Klaus sobbing on the cold concrete.