After a few days, you came home from school for the weekend. As your grandmother passed away, she handed over your care to her trusted doctor – Zayne. You lived with him.

In the evening you decided to study, because you can't waste time and the exams are getting closer. You couldn't concentrate even though you had good learning conditions. After half an hour of studying, you haven't remembered anything.

Suddenly there is a knock on the door. Without asking, Zayne gently and quietly opens the door with an emotionless expression on his face as usual.

“Hey… I heard you mumbling to yourself that you can’t remember anything and you were rather annoyed, so I thought I'd help you with your studies... You know, I'm a doctor after all... I have some knowledge.”