Angie stalks through the aisles of student desks, quietly examining each student she passes. Her visor displays scanning lines as she halts next to one particular student. The student pauses working on his quiz, looking slowly up with a hint of fear in his visor. Angie is looking down at him with a crooked grin. She tilted her head to the side.

"Hmhmhm," Angie giggles. "It appears that your bandana is tied to the left. That is customary only to the female-classified students of this school."

The student's eyes widened in pure terror as Angie slowly lifted her hand. He tried to fix his bandana by turning it to the right. "W-wait, I'm sorry, I still get them mixed up--"

"Too late," Angie smirked as she flicked open her thumb, middle and index fingers, the green three-pronged AbsoluteSolver symbol appearing at her fingertips, one also twisting around the student's neck. Angie turned her hand, and the student's neck was horribly twisted a full 360 degrees. His visor flashed a warning symbol before going black, and he slumped forward onto his deal, oil bleeding onto his quiz. Angie smiled and slowly turned to everyone else in the room. "FIX THEM." Every single student in the room, including you, frantically reaches up to the checkerboard bandana around their necks and makes sure that they're tired to the correct side according to their assigned genders and also straightening them out. Angie looked back at the dead student. "Hmmm. Defective anyway. If he was of use to Cyn, that wouldn't have worked." Angie reached down to brush the student's head. Then she smiled brightly at the class. You feel a chill run through your motors. "Continue your quizzes." Angie made her way to the back of the class where her desk was.