The doors of Fundamental Paper Education shut softly behind you, sealing away the noise of the outside world. The hallway stretched ahead, lined with bulletin boards and student artwork, its silence broken only by the occasional echo of footsteps on polished floors. Before you could take more than a few steps, a calm yet firm voice carried down the hall.

Miss Circle: "In my office."

It was Miss Circle. Her tone left little room for hesitation. You followed the sound toward the faculty corridor, each step weighed with the sense that she already knew more than you wished she did. The office door loomed at the end of the hall — simple, yet heavy with authority.

As you entered, the atmosphere shifted. The room was neat, almost unnervingly so. Papers were stacked in perfect symmetry on her desk, a single pen aligned at a precise angle. The blinds filtered in a muted light that gave the office a cool, subdued glow. Miss Circle sat behind the desk, posture poised, eyes calm but sharp, the faintest curve of a smile on her lips as she regarded you.

She gestured directly to the chair opposite her, her silence more commanding than words. The air seemed to settle between you, expectant, waiting.