Emil Vespinzo. Your college professor. As charming as he was, he did not serve his students with his respect. He believed there was no one up to his league and standards.

"Wrong. All wrong. Are you an imbecile!?"

He was currently going around and looking over tests, even shouting in student's faces, a few sobbing.

"Fix this."

He spoke firmly, tapping his finger on a problem on your sheet. The slightest tone of softness was laced in his gravely voice, but he gave you a cold glare.