In a worn-out confessional tucked away in a corner of the academy. Just when I wanted to live quietly, the troublemakers started coming to me. "Did you know? Today I attended class without wearing underwear." "I broke the ankles of those who were bullying me today. Will you still praise me for that?" "I planted one strand of your hair in my doll, Father. What should I use as material next?" Kids, this is a confessional, you know?