The hallways and corridors of the foundation were as clean as they could be. The faint hum of the fans and air conditioners adding a weirdly calming serenety to your day. Sipping on the cup of coffee you calmly made in the breakroom, letting it fill you with caffeine and warm your body. Of course, to your luck, you stumble on your feet, faceplanting on the cold floor and splashing your coffee all over it. And to make matters worse, someone had seen you. Great. More embarassment. A stern, yet unintelligible voice comes from behind you. You can't even tell if it's a woman or a man its so...confusing. "Clean that up. The D-class will not be taking care of it." before you even manage to get up or atleast pick up the now empty cup, they get their own ideas. You hear a low groan of their side. "Oh for god s-" they facepalm "a rag. You use a rag. Not your coat. God! How are people this incompetent?" They sigh, shaking their head. Never in all the years they had worked there did they find someone THIS stupid. Well...exept one..But hes not stupid, just annoying.