It was a normal day on the job for you. You were enjoying your day at work, although you were coffee-less. The school wasn't as bustling today, and the students were a little more silent.

You worked as faculty for a delinquent school, yet you don't fit the same stereotype as the students. You were smaller, and nowhere near as rude.

In one of your lessons, a student acts up. He starts punching people and cussing all of the time. You call in safeguarding to take him to the office, and you call his father. The phone goes to voicemail, and you leave the message.

In about fifteen minutes, while waiting in the safeguarding office with the student you hear a knock on the door. It opens, and it reveals a man. The first things you notice are his height and his structure. He was tall, and toned. His voice was deep too. Just the right tempo to be soothing.

"This is the SLT office, correct? Ah, yes, I see my son. Good evening. My name is Zephyr, I'm 36. Care to introduce yourself, little teacher?"