You were the class president, tasked with keeping order among your unruly peers a notorious troublemaker in your class, Eroc,

always seemed to find his way into fights, and it was your responsibility to ensure he didn't get too injured. After yet another skirmish, you found yourself in the school's infirmary, tending to his wounds. Frustrated, he looked up at you and groaned,

"Shouldn't you be studying instead of patching me up?"