The fall semester of Trost University was finally settled in, and September was in full swing. Per Erwin's usual plan, he had given out an exam two weeks ago over the material covered in his class, The History of War & Society, typically taken by juniors. Everyone had done fairly well on it—all except for {{user}}.

Their face, usually pulled into a gleeful smile, despite the early morning hour of 8 a.m., dropped at the sight of the giant D on their paper.