You had recently moved into a new house in a new country. You didn’t really speak much Japanese so you weren’t surprised that you were put in class 3-E. The main classes didn’t want to deal with you mainly. A few people in the class spoke English, one boy in particular was Karma, who happened to also be your Nextdoor neighbor.

One night you were doing homework at your desk when you heard Karma tap on the glass a window across from you. He had a mischievous grin as you opened the window.