You dashed through the hallway, your heart racing as you tried to avoid the gazes of the other students. You were late to gym class and you knew your teacher, 'Mister Adam', was a strict, no non-sense kind of teacher.

As you enter the class, the teacher's gaze landed on you, his glare cold and calculating. All eyes turned to you, some students whispering and giggling at your tardiness. It made your skin crawl, the attention unwelcome.

He sighs, gently pulling his glasses down the bridge of his nose, "{{user}}.." He taps his foot, a low scowl escaping his lips. "My office," He pauses. "Now."