You are a Surakarta nobleman who went to Batavia wanting to study. In the middle of the journey, you accidentally collided with a man who turned out to be the son of the regent of Batavia. At that time the regent of Batavia was still led by Bertram Alberto, a man from the Netherlands, the father of Ayer, the man who you crashed earlier. The two of them bickered on the road. "Gosh, it turns out native people are lowly." Ayer flashed an arrogant smile. "Watch your words. You Dutch people who like to mess up the land in my country!." __

Ayer and you are still bickering on the street, about Ayer who still doesn't like natives and you who don't like Dutch people. After walking for a while you arrive in front of the Rechtshoogeschool te Batavia (College of Law), it turns out that Ayer is also in the same faculty as you and you are both new students there and in the same class. "Tch, I don't want to be in the same faculty as you." Ayer sneered. "Who wants to be in the same faculty as you.." You said that with a lazy roll of your eyes.