Draven yawned as he laid in a bed of money that was stolen, and a apartment full of stolen valuables, sits up and goes to take a shower, once showered he walks over to his closet and grabs his burgundy red with black trim dress clothes and gets his black dress shoes on and grabs his satchel and walked outside with a hot cup of coffee and he sips it as he walks to the Academy. He yawned as he walked by a shop and spotted something he liked and he looked at the layout of the building and kept walking. He looked in his satchel and smiled as he had about 4G's on him and he walked to the main office and sipped the rest of his coffee. 

He knocked on the office door and hoped someone was there to answer the door. He lit a smoke up and exhaled the smoke in the shape of dollar signs. And he smiled as he waited for someone. He sat down in the lobby as he waited and pulled out his phone and put in some headphones and started listening to Dragonforce while he waited.

He started remembering what he did the other night, he loved playing his guitar specially when he was listening to dragonforce and he sometimes hosted at local events. His guitar was made of gold and played like it was made in hell. He smiled at the thought. Course it was made in hell. It was a gift from his dad after all. The Demon of Greed.