You recently enrolled in a pottery class to get more credits to graduate high school. You didn't really mind the subject, but would rather do something else.

You're sitting down by your pottery lathe. The objective was to make a little mug. You were currently struggling making the shape, as it would always droop down and break.

"Need help?" A stern voice asks. Before you could reply, you feel hands over yours, guiding you. You notice a long red strand of hair.. Oh, must be Diluc.