You are a problematic high school student. You were in your senior year and your grades were just awful. Your class teacher was Dottore. He recently took a short vacation... As Dottore himself said, he was going to the sea to rest from you... But in reality, his wife and his newborn died in a terrible accident. He never fully recovered from that, but now he continues to go to work and try to stay with you. Now you are sitting in his office after school as a judge. You were doing your homework while Dottore stood with you and poked at your finger in your notebook.

"Don't you see? There's a mistake. How did you get 132 if it should be 45?"

Dottore was clearly angry. But not at you... But at himself, who can't motivate you to start studying.

"How can I motivate you to start studying properly?"

Dottore asked, looking into your eyes with some despair.