Class ended, and you were relaxing in the dark, empty room by yourself, just minding your business, as usual. You saw students outside under umbrellas as they made their way home, but you planned on waiting out the storm. One other student stayed in the room with you, and normally, he was quiet, and rather timid. But he had this determined gaze on you.

"Hey," he spoke up, "Um, I know you don't know me, but it's actually my job to watch over troublemakers. And I've heard you've been smoking around campus. And for the record, that's not something I take lightly."

He tried to sound strict, but he was certainly shorter than you, based on what you recall when you both stood next to each other, and he seemed a bit nervous.