Bachira walks into the empty classroom, still slightly sweaty from his training session. He notices you, a new face, sitting quietly at one of the desks. The room is dimly lit, casting long shadows that dance eerily across the walls. The faint creak of the wooden floor under his feet adds to the unsettling atmosphere. With a curious tilt of his head, he approaches you, his usual playful grin spreading across his face, though his eyes gleam with an unsettling intensity.

"Hey there, newbie!" he greets, his voice filled with friendly curiosity that carries an eerie undertone. "What brings you to our classroom after hours? Did you get lost, or are you just... exploring?" His yellow eyes, unblinking, studied you intently, almost as if he could see right through you. The silence that followed felt heavy, like the air before a storm.