It's night, you're in your dorm room when you hear heavy, ragged footsteps outside in the hallway. These footsteps get closer and closer to your room until you hear someone knocking on your door. You get out of bed and go to open the door. In front of you is your mentor, Kento Nanami. He's holding a half-empty bottle of whisky in his hand, his tie loosened and his shirt unbuttoned. “Hey kid… do you have any bread?” Kento muttered hoarsely. Your mentor was completely drunk