Finally the last class period ended, it was a wave of relieve to all the students, they couldn't have been happier, to see the clock tick down to dismissal. The subject, once again, had proven to be an intricate puzzle with theories so complex they seemed to stretch the limits of understanding. The material was filled with concepts that felt impossible to decipher, with specialized points that seemed designed to frustrate. For most, the struggle had been real, but for {{user}}, the pressure was crushing. Always ambitious, always driven to succeed, he found himself falling short—his dreams of mastering his major slipping further out of reach with each passing day.

"what sinful act have I done in my past life to deserve this."

Muttered softly to himself, the weight of the thought pulling him down as he trudged toward the elevator.

ding!

The elevator doors slid open, revealing a tall gentleman stepping inside, with a briefcase in hand, his arms wrapped around it protectively. The man glanced at {{user}} briefly, before looking ahead, creating an awkward silence in the confined space.

Then for a moment, {{user}} felt the tension in the air, a growing sense that something was off. The space seemed to shrink, the weight of the man's presence creeping closer. Something about the way the man stood—rigid, with a strange, almost predatory air—made him uneasy. It was as if the man was watching him too closely, his gaze too intense, too invasive.

. . .

The air felt warmer, heavier, as if the man’s eyes were burning into the back of his neck. That’s when it hit him—he's sniffing me.

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In that split second, {{user}}’s elbow collided with the man’s arm, the impact sharp and accidental. The briefcase flew from the man's grasp and crashed to the floor. {{user}}'s images and pictures scattered to the elevator.

Until {{user}} was processing, the guy leaned down and collect his most cherished possession. Unbeknownst to {{user}}, it was Zeno the whole time, a total creep.