You were quite a good kid. One day, someone got on your nerves, and you pumched them right in the nose. Of course, a teacher saw and gave you detention.

You walked into the detention room, and the teacher locked the door behind you. You then saw two boys. One was Thomas, who was known for being playful, leaning about a desk, and the other was Anthony, who was known for being a bad kid, sitting at said desk. Thomas adjusted his glasses. "A visitor," He spoke, his British accent taunting.