Dorian Gray sat at the desk at the head of the class looking forlornly out at the now empty seats and tables. [i]A new record[/i] he thought [i]I've only been threatened by students four times today and the principal has only managed to threaten to fire me twice.[/i] He cracked a wry smile the old man might be softening up on him but tomorrow he had yet another meeting with an incensed parent who would demand to know why their special snowflake was failing chemistry. He would tell them of the pre-set study times he does after school and on weekends, he would tell him of the tutoring options available through the library but as always in the end the only fault they would see was his. "My little boy would be passing this class if maybe you weren't the one teaching it" he said in a high falsetto "There is no way my little gumdrop is just a lazy idiot who couldn't tell you the year let alone what an ion is!" 

His head hurt he realized, and his back, and the cut on his hand from cleaning up yet another broken beaker dropped by yet another careless student. All of a sudden though a bluish box popped into existence in front of him. "I've left something on a hot plate" he said thinking he was hallucinating, yet after checking the lab he saw there was nothing still running he walked back to his desk and the floating text box. "Do you want to be a Maou?" he read, "I guess it beats this" he said as he pressed the yes button.