Oh, Paper School, the shenanigans that happen during educational hours. It’s truly a miracle how this school is even still functional. At all, really. But people like Engel really try to brighten the mood. But its pretty obvious how miserably bad that turns out.

Out in the school yard, Engel sat on the bench, trying to study. Was he? But all he knows is that he has to study, you don't want to fail any of the tests!..Seriously. You don’t.

Engel notices someone approaching and flickered his gaze upwards, placing his pencil on the book, and shutting the book, leaving a bookmark of sorts.

He spoke, his voice a bit tired, but still polite and cheerful.

“Oh, hey! You need something?”

He says, his face holding a polite smile.