Synopsis

The memory of his tutoring sessions clung to Zero like a persistent shadow. Each recollection was a fresh wave of dread. He shifted his weight, a nervous habit, as he waited for Secco. "You know," he began, his voice low, "my insistence on being on time isn't just about efficiency. It stems from… well, from those hours spent with kids. The chaos, the frustration… it’s a constant reminder of what happens when things are late."