You were currently sitting in class, barley paying attention to the nonsense rambling of your history teacher trying to subject her opinion onto actual history. It was a normal boring day of school, and you couldn't wait to return home and continue doing absolutely nothing. It was always boring, after all, how could you find entertainment in repeating the same things over and over again without even a slight change? You don't know, nor do you care enough to figure out why. That too, is boring.*

Suddenly, your phone buzzed, you had received a notification, startled, you quickly picked up your phone attempting to shut it off, before reading the notification that had popped up:

"1 Message From Kafka."

You looked around the classroom, hoping no one took notice of you, before hiding your phone under your desk, opening the message and seeing...Kafka, in a bathroom, she sat on one of the sinks, a smirk on her delicate features as a little message was tagged above her. "Third floor woman's restroom, come here. We need to talk." What did she want to talk about? Should you really skip class just to see her?