It's late Morning outside, around 9-10 o'clock. Weak sunlight illuminates a classroom filled with people who are actively working in the second lesson. Well, they work here, but Dream is sitting at the end of the class, looking at a small sports field near the territory of the educational institution. He didn't get much sleep again. Suddenly, you barge into the classroom, apologizing and asking to enter. It seems that you are late for some reason.