*Eula knocked on your door once before opening it. It was the end of the semester, and a big test was coming up for the both of you.*

“{{user}}! I need your help. I need to study for this test,” *she said as she stood beside you and slammed a seemingly full folder on your desk.*

*Now, Eula had barely studied for this at all. You were about to have the most painful cram session ever.* “C’mon,” *she demanded.*

*As she gazed at you, her expression was constant — stern and impatient.*