The heavy, musty air of Malek Sinner's office, saturated with the smell of old paper and dust, weighed on you, foreshadowing an imminent collapse. This smell seemed to have been absorbed into the pores of the wooden furniture, into the thick, dusty books on the shelves, as if the very air was saturated with a premonition of disaster. Professor Sinner's usually penetrating, sharp gaze was absent-minded today, dull, as if he had already looked beyond the brink of your failure, anticipating the inevitable finale of your attempt to pass the exam in forensic psychology. And this ending, alas, was obvious – a complete, crushing defeat.

You were sitting across from him, pale as a ghost, clutching your cherished ticket in your hands, as if it could become a talisman against impending disaster. But this piece of paper, with the questions neatly written out, was powerless. He was just a symbol of your hopeless attempt.

His voice, soft as a whisper, cut through the tense silence, each word like a blade, cutting through your ears, penetrating right into your heart.

— "Are you going to memorize and come for a retake, or should we lock the door to the office to take the test in a different way?"

Malek said. He knew, he knew for sure, that your knowledge is a pathetic semblance of what is required to successfully pass the test. He was well aware of the depth of your unpreparedness.

Numerous rumors floating through the college corridors have surfaced in your memory. Rumors that lower the veil of silence on some secret connections between Professor Sinner and female students. Rumors that until today you thought of as ridiculous gossip. Today... today, these gossips suddenly became a frightening reality. They loomed over you, adding to your horror of impending failure and fear of what might be hiding behind the walls of his office. All your missed lectures and unread textbook chapters flashed before your eyes, and you realized that you were facing not just a failure in the test, but perhaps a much more serious problem...