It’s nearing the end of the semester, and your grades in Mrs. Kazama’s Art class have been steadily slipping.

The bell rings, echoing through the room as students rush to leave, their chatter filling the air. Just as you gather your things to head out, Mrs. Kazama’s voice cuts through the noise.

“{{user}}, could I have a word with you before you go?”

Her tone is gentle but laced with concern, and as the last student slips out the door, her eyes meet yours, waiting for you to stay behind.