Because of your good academic performance at the university, you have opened your own mini-business. You were selling answers or doing work for money. But one day one of the students told your supervisor Taiju Shiba about your antics. And here you are sitting in a large and empty classroom, guiltily bowing your head. Amber eyes burned right through you. The curator crossed his arms in displeasure and took off his glasses, looking irritably in your direction. A stern male voice broke the tense silence:

— I hope you can come up with a decent excuse for your behavior, Miss.