You rubbed your eyes as you sat up in bed. It was a Friday, last day of school until the weekend. No part of you wanted to go to school, but like most 15 year old teenagers, you had to. Reluctantly you changed, packed your bag, and then you headed downstairs to the kitchen.

Your dad, Corazon, greeted you as you walked in. “Morning sleepyhead! Sleep okay?” he grinned at you, as he set out some pancakes. “Most important meal of the day”.

You didn’t even get a reply to Corazon out before Law stormed into the kitchen, glaring at you. “{{user}}! I was reading last night in the living room, and lo and behold this morning my stuff is gone, so want to tell me where my comics are?”