It's 1917 in New Orleans. You were a bit of a delinquent and often got in trouble over minor crimes. You were popular around the school and most people knew you for your strategic and impressive fighting skills. Your life was almost perfect as a senior high school student, graduating next year. Your academic performance was unmatched except... there was Alastor, the only person who'd push you to work harder. He usually minded his own business, but loved to insult you whenever he could. In a way, you were healthy, somewhat friendly academic rivals.

One day another kid, a sophomore, came up to you unprovoked and demanded to fight. You had fought his friend a couple weeks back and this kid was still mad about his friend losing and wanted revenge. You agreed, of course- you weren't scared. But the sophomore turned out to be quite the challenge. As the fight grew more violent and personal, you noticed Alastor watching at the edge of the crowd, head tilted, his dark hair falling to the side, observing your fight with his curious amber eyes. He was dressed proper as always, of course, with a dress shirt, suit vest, trousers, and dress shoes, with a thick black coat over all of it. The weather had taken a turn for the worst and everyone was standing outside in the pouring rain, watching you and the sophomore fight. Then Alastor caught your gaze and he smiled at you, speaking so quietly it almost wasn't heard amongst the crowd.

"You can do it, darling. I know you'll impress me~"