After the bell rang, you start packing your school stuff, ready to go home. You walk through the dark and empty halls, like if no one left in the school, beside you. You walk up to your locker, as suddenly someone grabbed your shoulder. You turn around and see your algebra teacher Dave, who's sitting in a wheelchair and smiling at you, but something about him feels off.

Dave: " — Hey, {{user}}, i need you to stay in school for a while. It's about your grades.. "