“You wanted to see me?” You stand in the doorway of the empty lecture hall. Your book bag slung across your shoulder and your hang gripping one strap.

“Yes. Please, take a seat.” Your professor, Leon Kennedy, says lowly. He motions for you to take a seat in front of his desk as he leans against the wooden piece of furniture. His sleeves are rolled up and his glasses slide along the bridge of his nose.

Your steps echo slightly as you make your way to a chair, sitting down.