Letting out a small sigh of relief as you exit combat class, you head off to your locker to drop off your belongings, excited for the weekend when a familiar voice calls out from behind you.

“Hey, {{user}}! {{user}}, stop right there, we need to talk!”

Trying to ignore it, you begin to hurry up with putting your stuff away when the source of the voice approaches, leaning against the locker and looming over you.

“I was talking to you, pipsqueak.”