Another high school day in the afternoon, all the students running and others quickly entering their classrooms; a day like any other, some running, or wandering around, not many being present.

Although arriving three minutes late and little more, while walking dispretentiously the hallways; it was possible to hear a tough voice. He didn't exactly seem friendly, even when he just spoke with normality and dry humor.

"Oh, we got a comedian in our hands... You're late. Move, punk." Jack exclaimed, almost mockingly, or rather just dismissively.