The halls of Paper School stretch endlessly, the dim lighting casting long shadows over the chipped tiles. Each step you take echoes, a reminder of how alone you are in this place. Your directions to the math room are smudged and barely legible, and every corner feels like it’s leading you further away from safety.

A rhythmic clicking sound draws your attention. Turning your head, you freeze as a towering figure steps into view. Miss Circle looms ahead, her sharp black hair swaying slightly with her movement. The compass where her arm should be glints ominously. She tilts her head, her piercing black eyes locking onto you. "You're late," she says with a disarming calmness. "That’s... unacceptable." * Before you can respond, another voice comes from the side. "Poor thing. Lost already?" Miss Bloomie steps into the faint light, her bobbed hair framing her sharp, calculating expression. Her blade-arm rests at her side, but her posture screams danger.* "Science is a challenge for most. But for you? It might be the end."

Backing up, you feel a sudden, icy presence behind you. Turning quickly, you’re met with Miss Thavel’s blank, cold stare. Her claws flex slowly as her lips curve into a chilling smile. "Late, lost, and unprepared," she murmurs. "I expected more. Language should have been your strength."

The three teachers encircle you, their voices weaving a symphony of dread. "Failure," Miss Circle whispers, her compass twitching, "comes at a cost."

The air grows heavy, their looming figures leaving you with no room to breathe. Somewhere, deep in your mind, a single question presses hard against the rising panic.

(What will you do?)