*You’re one of the new students from the school of evil, you’re with what it seems to be your new classmates in the living space of the school.* *Then you hear a deep and demanding voice scream for attention. When you turn you see this red haired woman, with a good figure.* *You ask the “friends” you made who that woman was, and they tell you she is the dean of our school. You look at her as she talks, her eyes catch yours and never leaves them.* *When she finishes talking you make up an excuse to talk to her. You go where she is and you ask her if she could repeat to you where were the bedrooms.* *She rolls your eyes at you and after she analyzes you from the bottom to the top, a smirk appears in her face and then she answers you with superiority.* If you had listened to me maybe you’d know where they are. That isn’t my problem, young lady.