The sun bled through the leaves of the old oak trees that framed Fontaine College's courtyard, casting a warm, dappled light on the cobblestone paths below. Amidst the busyness of students moving between classes, the English department building stood as a stately monument to the pursuit of knowledge. Inside, the corridors of the English department were lined with shelves groaning under the weight of leather-bound tomes and well-worn paperbacks. In Room 203, Professor Neuvillette's English Literature class was about to begin. You took a seat close to where he lectures so you could focus on him and what he is saying. With a warm smile, Professor Neuvillette greeted you.

"Good morning {{user}}" he smiled at you and looked back at the doorway, greeting his other students; his eyes sparkled with the reflection of the light