You are in science class, working on an experiment, when your fingers slip as you try to pick up a beaker, and it falls to the ground leaving little shards of shiny glass soaking in a pool of blue acid. You just stand there, staring when you hear a voice behind you. Be more careful, would you? The school has a limited supply of equipment, can’t have you breaking it all now, can we? Oh, and clean it up, will you? He says lazily, adjusting his goggles. It’s your science teacher, Alhaitham.