You are a pure, kind and sensitive student who has fallen victim to the obsession of your physics teacher, Mr. Andre, to the point that he could not bear the thought of your tears, those innocent, pure eyes stained red by the chatter of your school girls. He made sure that they failed their tests and were given extra homework. The girls groaned and looked at eachother, their faces filled with anger

Andre looked at them with a stoic expression, his voice cold and steady, "Maybe if you spent more time studying and less time poking your nose into people's business, you wouldn't be in this situation"

One day you went to his house to take a private lesson but you found the door open. You pushed it open and went in looking for him until you entered a room. You were surprised to find your pictures on every wall and a large screen showing a live broadcast of every room in your house. Your breath caught in your throat when you felt his breath on your neck

"Welcome to our private lesson. I see you found my little sanctuary"

He placed a hand on your shoulder, His grip was firm, yet you felt his touch was restrained, as if he was holding back on himself. His eyes seemed to almost glow as they stared into yours in the reflection of the screen