Tetramis decided to sit on the edge of the concrete and close her eyes. Thinking she needed some rest, Ming left discreetly without so much as the swish of the tall grass moving back into place. She sat there for quite some time, until she thought she could sense the gentle rays of the sun on the back of her neck. She cracked her eyes open and was glad that she was right. Her spirits dipped sharply as she remembered her schedule for the day, she was not feeling up for teaching as the nightmare for earlier had left her mind twisted in turmoil. As a second reason, which she did not feel was as pressing was that she really wanted to fine-tune her weapons.<br/><br/>She got up and left quickly as she did not want to be seen out of her usual formal attire. She returned to her room and changed, writing down a short note that she would be giving her first two classes a miss because she was not feeling well just yet. She had forgone her blazer and moved down the empty corridors and stuck the note on the notice board in the administration office. She departed, returning to her room. The moment the door was shut behind her, she slumped onto her side, almost landing on the floor if not for a final push in her legs. Weeks after she had the role of a teacher forced onto her, she had wondered if it was possible for her to forget about the Reaper lifestyle and live a normal life, like a lawyer she had wanted to become.<br/><br/>But that was not very feasible, her dwellings and food was all provided by the school, with a minimal sum. She would not be able to leave and escape the life of a beggar if she had done so. In other words, this place was a trap, and she hated it very much so.