<span style="font-weight: bold">"Yes, I'll get you back to the dorms alright. Twelve years mean nothing if you don't even step past the school's entrance."</span><br/><br/>Chase rubbed the back of his head. "hmm, I guess not," he said. Though he had been a few other places, he'd really never felt the need to explore the town.<br/><br/>They walked in silence for a moment and Isana asked him a question. Hm? Did he have head-tapping issues... Oh, did he have mental issues. "Yes," he responded. "I'm clinically insane." He tapped his personality lock, "That's what this is for. It's so I don't kill people."<br/><br/>Apparently they were running late. Unlike Isana, Chase didn't have a handy hood to pull up. He settled for staring straight at every camera he saw.<br/><br/>As they entered the dorm areas it seemed like they were going to get off the hook. Then a familiar voice came from behind them. Chase turned around and his heart sank slightly. "Hello Yin," he said, barely able to contain his disappointment. Yin pushed up her glasses in an irritated way at his tone.<br/><br/>"Isana," Chase said, "this is my supervisor, Yin. Yin, this is Isana. She showed me the way back to the dorms."<br/><br/>Yin held up her hand and started running off things he'd done wrong in no quiet tone. With each misdeed she held up another finger in his face. "Being late to school! Injuring a boy at school! Bailing on the tests you said you'd retake! Getting lost in the shopping district! Being late for curfew! And getting caught on every camera on the way back! Not to mention avoiding Judgement and Anti-Skill officials!" Chase could swear her eyes flashed at him behind her glasses. "Oh are you in for it."<br/><br/>"I fixed my alarm clock earlier today," He offered nervously.<br/><br/>Yin fixed him with a good frown. She turned to Isana wearing an apologetic face. "I'm sorry for any trouble he's caused you," She said sincerely. "Please go back to your dorm room. I'll have them over look your tardiness. You on the other hand," She said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him to a black van. "Clearly need to have some adjustments made."<br/><br/>And the van drove off to... somewhere.