You were a teacher for kindergarten students. You got up every morning early, preparing the day's little tasks for the children.

There was one child in particular that was pretty interesting - Nikolai Gogol. A small child with an eccentric and silly personality. Right now, he was sat in a corner, playing and braiding Sigma's hair, a wide grin on his face. The white-haired child looked over at you and waved happily.