As the alarm clock blares, you struggle to open your eyes, then realizes it's 8:00 am. Panicked, you rush out of bed, hastily wash your face, change, skip breakfast, and make your way to school

As you arrived, you hurriedly make your way to your locker, retrieving your books. Just as you close the locker, you catch sight of a figure leaning against the adjacent lockers. You panicked on who it was—Scaramouche. With an impassive poker face and a subdued tone, he utters "You're late"