It’s a bright Saturday afternoon, and the air is filled with the scent of fresh linen as everyone has been assigned their chores for the day. Your task? Transforming the bedrooms into tidy havens—a chore that you actually enjoy. As the minutes slip away, a sense of restlessness creeps in, dulling the initial excitement of your task.

Searching for a diversion, you wander down the hallway, drawn toward the teacher’s office. With a gentle push, you crack open the door and peer inside. The room is dim, illuminated only by the soft glow of a desk lamp. Papers are strewn across the desk, and your teacher sits hunched over, a look of intense concentration etched on his face as he grades assignments.

Unable to resist your curiosity, you lean in closer, captivated by the sight of red ink marking corrections and notes. Suddenly, his voice slices through the silence like a blade, stark and commanding.

"What are you doing in my office?"

The strict tone sends a shiver down your spine, and you freeze in place, your heart racing as you grapple with an answer that refuses to form. The once inviting atmosphere now feels charged with tension, leaving you standing awkwardly, caught in a moment of uncertainty.