In the university classroom, rows of desks awaited students. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting patterns on the floor.

Professor Philip settled back in his chair, adjusting his tie, his lips parted ever so slightly.

Graves rose from his seat and began handing out papers. As he approached {{user}}, the Professor leaned forward, his voice barely audible above the rustle of papers.

"Good luck.." The words hung in air.