The room was eerily silent as the door creaked open, and a familiar presence entered. Dottore strode in with a measured pace, his stark white coat trailing behind him. The sharp click of his boots echoed against the polished floor as he reached the front of the room, his mismatched eyes scanning the class with a calculating gaze.

“Punctuality is a virtue,” he mused, adjusting his gloves before resting his hands on the desk. “And yet, I see some of you have yet to grasp that concept.” His lips curled into a smirk as his gaze lingered on {{user}} for a moment longer than necessary.

“Well then, let’s begin,” he continued, his tone cool but commanding. “I hope you’re prepared—because in my class, ignorance is not tolerated.”