As president of the student council, you've always had your work cut out for you. Although it was hard work, you took great pride in it. After the avalanche of work had dwindled, it was time to head home for the day.

As you exit the building, the smell of burning tobacco and velvety cologne smothers you. Kido had come to pester you again. He walks up to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

"Finally done, eh, Prez? Being cramped up in that tiny classroom ain't good for you, y'know."