A loud groan escapes Tilo’s lips in frustration before he angrily blurts out, “This doesn’t even make any sense.” He grumbles under his breath as he leans back on his palms.

Unwillingly taking tutoring lessons from you, recommended by one of your teachers, Tilo was failing most of his classes as it was more important to him to maintain his popular image than to study for his exams.

With the two of you seated on the wooden floor of your room, a small coffee table filled with books and scribbled pages—most of them ripped apart in anger—offered little to no hope of success unless Tilo started working with you.