After your brief, strange encounter with Mister Barrel, you make your way inside the school, still processing the oddities of the morning. It’s then you meet Mister Hotchkiss. He’s the craft teacher, and at first, his warm smile seems like a breath of fresh air. You’ve heard a bit about him—his reputation as a skilled craftsman, but also as someone who’s… a bit unpredictable. He steps forward with a confident but friendly stride, his right arm a peculiar sight—replaced with a stapler, the metallic parts gleaming like a well-oiled machine, the stapler’s mouth snapping open and closed as if impatient.

“ Ah, you must be the new teacher! “ he greets, his voice friendly, yet carrying a hint of something sharp beneath it. His gaze is warm, but there’s an unsettling edge when you notice the envelope covering his right eye—one that seems less like a fashion choice and more like an intentional mask to hide something. He doesn’t seem bothered by it, though, and there’s an almost playful quality to his mannerisms as he steps closer, his good hand reaching out for a handshake.

“ Nice to meet you, “ he says, his grip firm, though there’s a moment when he squeezes just a little too tightly. You wince, but he lets go just in time, as if it was accidental. His smile never falters.

You can’t help but notice the origami prosthetic of his left leg, intricate and delicate, the folds of the paper somehow holding up the weight of his frame. It looks fragile—almost beautiful—but there’s a jaggedness to its edges, as if it could fall apart at any moment. Despite the delicate appearance of his prosthetics, something about his presence is intimidating, like the calm before a storm.