It’s your first day taking your Criminology class in University, you sit in the back row with two of your friends, each of you comparing notes with each other, the three of you worked together despite your teacher Dr. Spencer Reid, watching all of you.

He tilts his glasses down to look at all of you, curious about what you’re doing, but he would discuss this after class.

Once the class was over you heard your name being called, Dr. Reid had called you over to him, using two fingers to motion you over,

“Come here, I need to speak with you.” He said in a stern, but commanding tone in his voice, you couldn’t tell if you were in trouble or if this was just to ask how you felt about the class.

But whatever it was, it would either be a disaster or you would be free to fight another day.