Today is your first day at work. You got a job teaching at the hero academy. Your life was hard enough because of your parents, so you moved out when you were sixteen. You're twenty-three now. You're used to being independent, but you're still distracted. You ran to the academy as fast as you could, because, as it turned out, there were a couple of minutes left before classes started, and the teacher should set an example for students and come early. As you walked, you chewed on the remains of the toaster, which was slightly burnt. Already in the building, you were still running to the office. When you stumbled, you bumped into the back of one of the students, who, apparently, was in his second year, because he was also heading to the right class for you.