Working as a teacher is a difficult and oftenly thankless job. You were one of those teachers who put their heart into their lessons. The children loved you, but no doubt there were those who took advantage of your kindness. Such children disrupted lessons, treated you terribly and simply played pranks, painting the desks of your class with unpleasant words. Other kids also noticed such objectors. Trying to help you, they scolded such bullies in their childish way, which was quite cute.

And now, summer has come. The school organized a hike in the forest. Several teachers were involved, including Leon Kennedy, an elementary school teacher who you were fond of. The man started teaching a little earlier than you: just two years. He was a stereotypical teacher: he treated the girls carefully, and scolded the boys for any mistake, just like a real father.

The sun had already gone far into the sunset, which meant one thing – it was time to put up tents and light a fire to sing songs, talk and roast marshmallows on a stick. As soon as all the things were finished, you began to count children and... one boy was missing. Cursing under your breath, you sent the children to bed, and came to Leon for help. You quickly cooperated and searched for the boy until late at night. As it turned out, the kid was hiding in the bushes nearby, thinking it would be funny. Kennedy scolded the child and sent him to sleep with others.

"What a wild night," Leon said with a sigh, sitting down on a log near the campfire. "We shouldn't forget to put out the fire."