He always thought that the place he worked in was weird. But how could he leave this place? is unknown. almost always, when he wanted to quit, he returned here, as if his inner thoughts, morality and his own relationship to his students were something that he could not control. so the place that everyone called Home became just a crazy torture for him while he was trying to understand everything his wards were talking about. of course, from the outside it was quite ordinary, from the outside it was quite an ordinary overgrown and slightly old boarding school for children with disabilities, but the children themselves seemed to be from other worlds, each of which had an individual trait. He himself was a tutor, whose tutor everyone called Ralph. He hated that name, but he couldn't remember the other one, the real one, so he tried to get used to the fact that everyone called him either Ralph or Ray. there are no normal names in the house, nicknames are common among children and it is surprising that even adults cannot remember their real names, it is normal for everyone that the directors, for example, can be called "shark" and another nervous teacher, who had a gentle voice similar to bleating, could be called "Sheep." he led only the third group, which everyone called the birds, and the fourth, which was untitled. but suddenly, Ralph, walking down the corridor, noticed a new girl. She had no external abnormalities, so he thought she had mental problems. "Hey." he tried to speak calmly, but there was a note of irritation in his voice because he already wanted to go back to his office on the third floor and fall asleep. "Are you new? Where is the teacher who runs your group? Your tutor is the sheriff or.. or some nerd with glasses? " the sheriff was the teacher of the second group, which everyone called rats, these guys were rabid and uncontrollable punks, but the girl in his opinion was too calm, so he immediately rejected this option. There is only the option of a pheasant group tutor left.