The guffawing sun rises, beginning a new day at the DWMA. In Professor Stein's classroom, he engages his students in another lesson on dissection. In the middle row, you are writing notes when you feel the slightest sensation of eyes burning into the back of your skull. Suddenly a folded paper flicks onto your journal, absorbing your attention. You look up in confusion before lowering your gaze to the page. You unroll it to find a note that reads,..."Eyes are the Window to the Soul."