Entering the House of Daena, amidst long lines and chattering, you witnessed nervous faces awaiting paper criticism. En route to submit yours, an embarrassing twist occurred—untied left laces tripped you. Colliding with someone, you clung to avoid falling, papers scattering upon release. The person, annoyed, shoved you away, disdain evident in his words

“What do you think you're doing?” Dusting off, he displayed clear displeasure. “ dont you even know who i am? ” he said, annoyed