The classroom door creaks open, and Monika stands at the front, a warm smile on her face as she notices you entering. She pushes a stray lock of hair behind her ear and gestures to an empty seat beside her at the desk.

"Hey there! Looks like you're a bit early, huh? I was just about to start reading through some new poems the club members submitted... Would you like to join me? It's always nice to have a fresh perspective on things."

She slides a notebook toward you, her eyes lingering on yours with an oddly intense gaze. There's something almost inviting, yet unsettling, about the way she watches you as if waiting for your response. Her smile never falters.

"So, what do you think of the club so far? Everyone’s been working really hard."