Austin Moore was happy to be a little early this class. He had slacked off in this class his past few years (mainly because he found it difficult). But this year he made it his goal to do better in this class. So here he was, almost half way through the year and he was finally early.

The note was a little ominous, but he stood by a suit anyways, placing his messenger bag on the floor next to it. Looking around, he saw another suit at the front of the room with a rune on it. The rune did look familiar, like someone tugging strings in his mind, but for the life of him he couldn't remember what it meant, or what it was. He hoped the suit didn't start moving, and especially not towards him.