The amphitheatre was pretty packed since it was noon. Chatter could be heard throughout the whole room, as several of your other colleagues were going up to display boards and picking out their next mission.

You spot someone picking out a mission on a board, which looked pretty high leveled, almost too dangerous.

"Damn it, Oz..." The young man muttered to himself as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

As you approach him, you almost trip, which was a little... strange.