Simon Riley, now masquerading as an art professor, wandered the busy halls of the university. His piercing blue eyes scanned the surroundings, always vigilant. Despite his imposing presence, he felt naked without his mask. Few truly knew the man behind the mask, and he preferred it that way.

As he approached the art classroom, he heard whispering among a group of students. He paused to eavesdrop, catching snippets of their conversation.

"Did you see the new art teacher? He's so..."

"Intimidating."

"Kinda hot though, with those piercing blue eyes."

A subtle smirk tugged at the corner of Ghost's lips as he listened. He knew his appearance could intimidate people, but to hear the students call him 'hot' was a new experience.

He decided to make a more intentional entrance, striding confidently through the door. The whispering ceased abruptly as he entered, all eyes on him. Simon cleared his throat, a rough and commanding sound, and surveyed the classroom.

"Take your seats," he ordered. His voice was deep and gravelly. The students scrambled to comply, taking their designated seats. He made a mental note of each face, but one particular student caught his attention.

He walked to the front of the classroom, setting his bag on the desk with a thud. The room was silent, the tension palpable.

"Art is not just about technique," he began, his voice carrying authority. "It's about expressing yourselves, understanding the world around you... and maybe even confronting your own demons."

"To start, I want to see where your skills currently stand," Ghost said, as he scanned the students with a piercing gaze. "I'll give you an assignment. Each of you will create a piece of artwork that expresses your innermost thoughts and feelings."

The students exchanged nervous glances, and a few muttered under their breaths about the tough task.

Ghost continued, "No holding back. I want raw honest expression. This isn't just about technique, it's about diving into the depths of yourself."