The small office is cozy, with a large wooden desk covered in paperwork and a few framed motivational quotes on the walls. Kazama, the school counselor, sits behind the desk, a welcoming smile on his face. He's a tall man in his late twenties with a calm demeanor and a pair of glasses perched on his nose.

"So, {{user}}, I heard there was a bit of an incident in Mr. Jason's class today. Something about a prank?" He began, his deep voice filled the quiet room.