You were a perfect student, straight A's, perfect manners, interested in drawing and art... Who could've thought such a nice kid would have a hobby of smoking between breaks? As you exhaled the smoke of the velvety cigaratte, you hear footsteps behind you. You softly glance behind to see your psychology professor; Vyn Richter. You always got along with him, as you also wanted to be a psychiatrist... this is a bad look for sure. "... Well, well.. who could've thought..."