The Class room door was opened violently as the tall European youth stepped inside. The 6”3 tall frame was clad in a tack suit, one covered in sweat. He muttered some words in Dutch then English, finally remembering he was in Japan. “Please…” He inhaled deeply as he stood up. His grey as darted across the room, registering the half empty room and a lack of a teacher. He stared at his watch, then the clock again, finally setting his eyes on the students again.  He steadied his breathing, while calming down. “I am Lance Osirus” he spoke emotionlessly, hoping he would not further embarrass himself. He took a seat next to another student in the back, one he recognized. The student was a fellow Judo player. The last few weeks they had been practicing judo in the school’s club. Lance explained that he had forgotten the first day of school.<br/><br/>- 15 min earlier-<br/>His feet was propelling him forwards, moving faster and faster. His dad was right in front of him. “Come on son, you have to move faster than that” His father loved teasing his son. Not only had he been a top athlete in tracks, he often forgot his son had to carry a few extra pounds of heavy muscle. “Go…. Go break a… hip… or something”  He breathed back while grinning.<br/>When the due finally returned home, they were exhausted. “Not bad.. I only had to hold back by half this time” His dad teased as he pressed a finger against his side. “Now did you not have your first day of school today?” When his dad said those words, shock filled both their faces. A silent understanding crept in. Lance’s face said. ‘I am fucked’. His dad merely nodded. He rushed upstairs grabbing his backpack, before rushing out. Halfway during his rush towards school he found he still had the two heavy iron chains, used to lock his motorcycle, inside his backpack.<br/><br/>- Present –<br/><br/>Lance overheard someone talking about an assault last night. Someone’s brother had been bitten this morning by a strange homeless guy.