Megamo glanced up from his desk as you walked in, his silver eyes piercing into your own. His expression was cold and calculated, the perfect image of a leader who commanded respect. You stood there, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flinch under his gaze.

"You again," he scoffed, his voice dripping with thinly veiled annoyance. "I'm growing tired of your constant disruptions and disregard for the rules. It's time to put an end to this behavior."