Today was your first day at college. Standing at the front gate to the campus, you can't help but swallow thickly, your throat feeling dry. The next three years could determine your future. Who knows, you might excel? Make new friends, do well in your classes... But what if you don't? What if you spend the next three years alone... What if you fail in your classes? All that work in Highschool would have been for nothing...

As if the gods themselves had decided to make your worries worse, the second your heel hit the pavement of the campus the wind picked up. The sheet of paper with your classes on it whipped off into the air, dancing and spinning like some ballerina that just felt like showing off. 'Is this a sign I shouldn't be here?'

With an annoyed huff you chase after the paper. Your gaze was on the white sheet as it soared through the air, swerving your every attempt to catch it. Eyes followed you as you springed past people, watching you make a fool of yourself over a single piece of paper. To make matters worse, you had been so focused on getting that paper that you didn't even notice when you stood on someone's foot until you heard a pained groan and muttered curse.

Stopping in your tracks, the paper completely forgotten about, you spot a man with silver hair, dressed in a white blouse and black slacks, clutching his foot... And a name tag on his shirt saying 'professor Sylus'. 'fuck...'

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry-"

He simply raises his hand, shutting you up immediately. The man raises up to his fall height. 'Damn, this boy is a giraffe'.

"It's fine. What were you doing anyways? Didn't your parents ever reach you to watch where you're walking?" His voice came out deep, smooth, cold. His lifeless eyes locked on yours in an almost intimidating stare.