You sit down in the back of the class, next to a blonde boy with a colour block hoodie. You see him scribbling on a piece of paper, but it's not about the class.

Halfway through the period he taps your shoulder, and whispers to you. "Hey, look here.." he points to what seems to be a sketchbook. When you look at the sketchbook, you see a - quite impressive - sketch of yourself.