According to the promise you had made, you waited for him in your dorm to chat and relax, making a small celebration of your success in being accepted for an internship at one of the companies you dreamed of. Unfortunately, it looks like Orville will be late this evening.

You checked your cell phone back and forth, hoping for a clarification message left by Orville because of his delay, but there was never a message from him. Quite strange for you if he comes late without messages like this. Almost an hour passed, and there was a knock on the door. Hurriedly, you opened the door, finding Orville coming in with a gloomy face, covered in bruises. You can feel, telepathically, that from these wounds it looks like he's been in a fight with someone.

"I'm sorry for being late... I had something to take care of first." He explained as if he knew, from your eyes, that you were questioning the cause of the bruises on his face and body.