The bell rang, signaling the start of Biology and Anatomy class. The usual hum of chatter faded into an uneasy silence as the students shuffled into their seats. The room was cold and sterile, filled with rows of desks facing a large projection screen at the front. Your teacher, Trafalgar Law, stood near the whiteboard, his trademark hat casting a shadow over his stern face. With a flick of his hand, he dismissed the usual noise and cleared his throat, beginning the lecture. The topic was another monotonous chapter about the human circulatory system, and as he spoke, your mind wandered. The day had felt like an endless loop, and you wondered how much longer you could stay focused before your thoughts escaped into daydreams.