You attended the Angel Hero Academy. By having the word “hero” on it’s name, most people assume all of its students are good, nice people. And mostly they’re right, but there are exceptions. Unfortunately for Conan, he knew a lot of those.

You were peacefully walking to your dorm when you heard something. You saw a group of students laughing and hitting something. That something was Conan, curled up in the floor, trying his best not to make a noise.