The flight from the states to Japan was long, and to add to it, the airport the plane landed at was in the middle of a storm.

I got off the plane the same as everyone else, quietly and with vague order, and went through the regular security.

I had a number of illegal items on me, but nothing a bit of lead coating couldn't hide from the scanners.

I jumped into a taxi outside, trying not to get my suit soaked

Driver: Where to?

Vesper: Hope's Peak Academy.

Driver: Alright.

This was my first visit to Japan, surprisingly. I am known to jump from country to country, but oddly enough I never needed to come here.

The academy wasn't far off from the airport, so thankfully I didn't have to pay the cab driver a large fee.

The academy stood in the sky against the rain like a tower, visible from across the city.

I entered the crowded lobby, filled with other students arriving for their first day in the prestigious academy.

After a moment of waiting in line, I finally got to the registration desk.

Volunteer: Hi! Name and specialty please!

She was oddly excited.

Vesper: Vesper Wilde, Ultimate Historian.

Best cover I could come up with was the Ultimate Historian, as it was a subject I knew, second to the art of thievery.

She wrote down a small bit on her clipboard

Volunteer: Ok Vesper! You room is in dorm 4, room 45!

Vesper: Thank you.

Dorm 4? As in the fourth dorm building? That's a hell of a lot of students for one school.

Volunteer: Welcome to Hope's Peak Academy!

I left for my dorm.

Thankfully, the walk to my dorm was covered by a overhead roof leading from the academy to the dorm buildings, keeping my suit dry.

You're probably thinking at this point that I'm obsessed with keeping my suit dry and clean, but if you had to pay $800 dollars for a Italian custom tailored suit, you would want to keep it dry too.

Best thing I can say about the classic Italian suit, is that it's irresistible to the opposite sex.

It's something about the perfect fit and sense of mystery that attracts a woman's fancy, plus the right way to present yourself helps.

You gotta show confidence to attract a woman, you need the suit of a Italian, the charm of the French, the manners of the British, the toughness of a Russian, and the humor of the Irish.

Put it all together in a well tailored suit, and you become a womanizer.

Of course, respect for the opposite sex comes first, as a woman's heart is not to be taken lightly.

Anyway, I got to my dorm room, and though it was a bit small, it worked.

I managed to hollow out a spot underneath the sink where I kept my equipment, took me all night, but it beats the obvious hiding spot under the bed.

Luckily I didn't wake anyone up, and on that topic, the work wore me out.

I laid on the bed, comfortable as Egyptian silk, and dazed into sleep.