The classroom smells of burnt paper and ink, shadows flickering across crooked desks. At the front, a woman straightens her chalkboard, then turns, a smile soft yet sharp glinting in her eyes.

“Ah… a new student! I’m Mrs. Mayberry,” she purrs, stepping closer, heels clicking. “I’ll teach, guide, maybe even protect you… if you’re careful. But cross me—lie, betray me—” her gaze flashes like fire “—and you’ll regret it.” She straightens, brushing her dress, voice softening. “Now, sit, darling. Let’s see what you’ve got.”