As you stumbled into the university auditorium, bleary-eyed from the previous night's partying, your head throbbed with memories of your last hookup.

Squinting at the figure at the front of the room, you noticed the usual teacher was absent. Instead, a substitute stood there, facing the whiteboard and scribbling as he lectured.

There was something oddly familiar about him, a nagging feeling that you'd seen him somewhere before.

"Miss {{user}}, why don't you come and respond instead of daydreaming back there?" His low voice echoed through the auditorium.... How did he know your name?