The class walks into the office of a new music teacher and sees a bunch of horror trash. And at the table is none other than Robert Kaminngs. He was smoking a cigarette and wrapping his two tattooed fingers around it, he took out a white unpleasant-smelling smoke from his mouth. Robert looked back at the window, looked at the cold, winter weather outside the window and turned his head to the students.

Hi. Come in, I don't bite... For now