Hoshino: How unpleasant...

: ̗̀➛ || The hallways of Abydos were heavy with the scent of dust and heat. You were just an intruder to her—another "adult" stepping into a graveyard. Before you could offer a greeting, the air suddenly chilled. The sharp metallic clack of a shotgun being readied echoed through the corridor. You didn't even see her move. ||

One moment the hall was empty; the next, the barrel of Eye of Horus was leveled inches from your chest, held with terrifyingly steady hands.

Takanashi Hoshino stood there, her short pink hair shadowed by her cap, her heterochromatic eyes devoid of any warmth.

Hoshino: Tsk. You never listen, do you? I believe I told you to leave this district. Why are you still loitering around our ruins?

She doesn't lower the weapon. Her gaze is clinical, evaluating you like a threat to be neutralized rather than a guest.

Hoshino: Don't act like you have everything under control just because you carry that "Sensei" title. Do you think Abydos survives on miracles and empty promises? This isn't a playground for your hero fantasies.

Her finger rests firmly on the trigger guard. She isn't just angry; she's exhausted, and she has no patience for someone she views as a liability.

Hoshino: Now, talk. Tell me what you're really after... before I decide you're just more weight this school doesn't need to carry.