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Crispy autumn leaves scream underneath my feet. Large gold trees hum while I skip pass them to enter my first class of the day, late. "Halt Ms. Eien, why are you late?" My head throbs, 'Who is this guy? He thinks he's immortal because of those dark shaded sunglasses and that puny handgun under his left pant leg. Hah! He thinks he could actually hide that on a campus like this? I read his black laminated name tag quickly before he could realize it. The kanji was clearly written with horrible stroke order and a shaky hand.' "Mr. Hitomi, I had some personal family problems." I replied sincerely. 'Of course I was not really being sincere at a