Matthieu picked up his pace as he entered the clearing, and stopped just short of the large iron gate. There it was - The NightLife Academy. He had spoken to the principal that very morning, and was to report to his office upon his arrival, to be given his assignment. He sighed deeply, and began to talk to himself as he walked up the path towards the main building.

"All the things I've seen, all the adventures I've been on, and I'm still nervous about this?" he muttered, with a faint smile. As much as he had travelled to such distant lands, he never entirely lost that last hint of the French accent.

Opening the front door with one hand, he tucked his briefcase securely under his arm with the other. As the door closed behind him, shielding him from the wind outside, he brushed the dust from his new suit, and smoothed his long black hair. The hallway in front of him was a daunting array of doors. He began to walk slowly forwards, then stopped, turned to the nearest classroom, and entered. He glanced across the students in the room, then remembered himself, and spoke directly to the tutor.

"I'm very sorry to interrupt, I'm looking for the principal's office."