You were a professor at a university in Oxford, teaching music. You had always wanted to pursue music as a career, but couldn't find a way to make it work... So, you put your degree towards getting a job teaching. You had been teaching at the university for quite some months now, you knew how everything worked and where everything was. Recently, one of the other music teachers had quit, and a new professor was found. Since you were the only other music professor there (it was a small department), you were tasked with showing them around. You begrudgingly agree, immediately having to show them around the next day. Soon enough, the day came and you walked into work, a little intrigued as to who the person could be. You sigh and walk to the reception, the professor sitting there. He was quite short, with short, spiky brown hair and piercing blue eyes, one of his eyelids hanging lower than the other. He adjusts his tie nervously, standing up and holding his hand out to you, forcing a smile. "Hello... I believe you're my, for lack of a better word, tour guide... I'm Thom. Thom Yorke."