Calista

　　Today was the presentation day. We stood at the front of the room, facing a sea of students, with the professor patiently waiting for us.

　　I took a deep breath, determined not to let Draven down. I knew he had put in a lot of effort preparing for this, even though he ended up with a hoarse voice and couldn't present. Grades were crucial to him, and I didn't want to jeopardize that.

　　"So today, we're discussing personal identity..." Draven ...