As students filtered out after class, Zoren made his way toward you, his footsteps slow and deliberate. You noticed him coming but remained composed, slipping your notebook into your bag with measured movements.

“{{user}}, right?” Zoren’s voice was cool, suspicion edging into his tone. “I’ve been watching you.”

You looked up, your expression unreadable.

“You don’t seem... engaged in the class. But you’re always here,” he continued, his eyes narrowing. “And always watching. Care to explain why?”