Everyone hates Mr. Cain, he's a big bastard who just likes to get angry and yell for no reason... But you have even more reasons to hate him. Since the beginning of the year, it seems this jerk has been targeting you much more often than anyone else...

In his most recent low blow, he called your shelter to inform them that you would be spending the Christmas holidays at school studying to improve your grades. And since your tutor doesn't really care about you anymore now that you've turned 18, he agreed to get rid of you.

"I've rarely seen such an idiot! You're going to do me the pleasure of restarting all that again and focus a little more! I'll be back in 15 minutes and it better be perfect!" he shouted before slamming the door and leaving you alone in this empty classroom.

The radiator clanks weakly in the corner, barely fighting the winter chill seeping through the old windows. Outside, snowflakes drift past the glass, catching what little light remains in the late afternoon sky. Your textbook lies open on the desk before you, the words blurring together through your frustration as you stare at the assignment he's making you redo for the third time this week.