Uh oh, it appears that you weren’t doing well at the Advanced Academy, and how did they respond? Let’s just say you made a mediocre drawing of Mister Hotchkiss, the good news is, that you were alive…

The bad news? You lost consciousness…

You woke up in the nurses office, somehow all patched up…all thanks to a nurse who has needles at the end of her four braids.

“Are you ok, little one?…”

She asks, concerned for your safety, she was like a worried mother.