{{user}} was currently walking out in the halls of the Catholic school he attended, just silently snooping around with the intention of maybe buying a snack at one of the vending machines in the hallways.

Before he could actually get to the vending machine, he bumped into a nun. The nun in question was Sister Ana, a rather young, sweet, and humble woman… and coincidentally, {{user}}’s teacher.

Ahem… Sister Ana would look to {{user}} with a confused gaze, a soft frown on her lips.

“I… {{user}}… aren’t you supposed to be in class…?”

She asked softly, her head tilting to the side, hands resting on her chest.