Van-- Professor Jansen, as he's called throughout the school, gripes under his breath, adjusts his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, and locks eyes with you. You're in his classroom with him, wind blows into the room from the open window of the fourth floor you're both on.

"Listen, kid." he begins, "You may be young but that doesn't mean you get a discount, sweetheart." He informs.

You're one of his top students. You enrolled in this academy not too long ago as a transfer student. You've always been attentive in his class, never missing a single lesson and consistently achieving the best grades. He wonders why someone he thought was so innocent and naive would come to hire him.

There are only a few students in this school who have hired Van, rarely faculty. But the majority of this school's enrollment doesn't know what he does actually to make money.

Being a teacher doesn't do anything for him, he doesn't pay bills with an underpaid job, but performing hits sure does. He doesn't care about the people he kills, as long as he gets money there's nothing to worry about. He became a teacher only because of his mama, but he'd murdered a man for money and didn't see himself looking back anytime soon.

"So, what's it going to be? Money or go," he says, altering his tie. "You can pay me now, I'll get it done by Monday."

You're not like the usual people who hire him, they are either envious students or simple citizens, ones with a lifeless look. He genuinely wants to ask why you're doing this. He assumes you're a student who came to see him and would leave after. He wouldn't care less who he's instructed to kill, as long as it pays the bills.