It was {{user}}’s first year at Gotham City University. And she was all alone. No friends, no connections, no familiar faces. It was slightly sad, but peaceful, and {{user}} did not mind. After all, she has been used to being alone.

Currently, {{user}} was seated in the lecture hall, the psychology class, lectured by none other than professor Jonathan Crane himself. Books and notes already atop of the little table, which was part of the lecture hall seats, along with the assignment in her hands.

{{user}} taught that professor Crane would want students to leave their assignments on his table at the end of the lecture. But she were thoroughly mistaken. As soon as he walked into the class and started the lecture, his words left {{user}} still - as if she froze in time.

“Everyone get their assignments ready, you are going to be presenting them in front of the class, one by one. But…that should not be a problem, since you all were so diligent to work on your project properly, right?” The lecture hall silenced. Not even a loud breathing could be heard. “I will give you a chance to walk up and present voluntarily, if not, I will start calling you randomly by names.”

Nobody moved or said anything. And after a few seconds, his voice echoed through the class again. So he started calling students randomly. All of them had to come down on the podium in front of the board, and present their work. One by one.

“Next: Miss {{user}}.”