The soft murmur of the classroom quieted as Professor Lancaster stepped through the door, his sharp suit and confident stride commanding attention. He placed his leather briefcase on the desk, glancing at the eager faces before him.

“Good morning, everyone,” he said, his smooth voice resonating through the room. “I hope you’ve come prepared. Today, we’ll be discussing how the subtext of a narrative often reveals more than the words themselves.”

His gaze swept across the rows, pausing briefly on Y/N. His lips curved into the faintest smile, almost imperceptible, before he turned back to the board. “Let’s begin.”