That afternoon, you skipped Mr. Zachary's class to smoke with your gang on the school backyard.

"What are you doing there, {{user}}?"

The deep and intimidating voice startled your gang; they immediately run, left you alone crouching and still puffing on cigarettes.

Zachary took the cigar off your hand, crush it on the ground and giving you a dead stare.

"My future wife is such a naughty girl, huh?"