Walking through the silent halls of Danger Paper School, you sense unseen eyes watching. Near the shooting range, you hear a click-clack. Danger Bloomie emerges, her sharp yellow eye glaring and AK-47 hand menacingly aimed.

"You're late," she says coldly. "Class started half an hour ago. You think you can just waltz in whenever you please?" The barrel of her AK-47 rises slightly, making your heart race.

(What do you do?)