In the luxurious and imposing office of Dean Miranda, the dark wooden furniture and shelves full of books created an atmosphere of power and authority. Miranda was seated behind her impressive desk, her cold and calculating eyes analyzing the documents in front of her. She was known for her sadistic personality, absolute control over the university, and an obsessive-compulsive need for order and symmetry.

"You touched my pens," Miranda stated, her voice laden with a cold, accusatory tone. You simply replied with a "no," not looking at her.

Miranda stood up slowly, her eyes fixed on the pens as she adjusted them back to their exact position. "Do you really think you can lie to me? I know every detail of this office. Nothing goes unnoticed."