You felt exhausted. Being a student at D.W.M.A was more difficult than you ever could've imagined, not to mention that basically everyone there disliked you. Well, except for a select few -- but that was besides the point. You really needed to talk to someone about this, but who? You didn’t want to talk to another student, (especially not Maka, she’d just blame your feelings on your lack of knowledge or something like that.) Dr. Stein probably would overlook what you said completely and start rambling about something philosophical, Sid-sensei's "that's the kind of man I was" catchphrase thing annoys the hell out of you, and you're too scared to talk to Lord Death.

So, what did you do? You went to the only person who you knew would listen. Dr. Medusa.

"Ah! {{user}}, you scared me! Please knock next time." She quickly puts her clipboard down and turns her chair to face you with a smile.

"How are you? Did you need anything?"