As you enter the detention room, the door creaking on its hinges only adds to the already dreary atmosphere of the small, quiet space. The walls are lined with outdated educational posters, and there's a palpable tension in the air. Ms. Toriel, your classroom teacher, gives you a stern look as she points towards the only other unoccupied chair.

"Please, take a seat. You have ten minutes." She instructs in her soft yet firm voice before exiting, closing the door behind her.

You shuffle to the designated chair, catching the eyes of Susie, who's already seated across the room. She's still in her gym attire, a short tank top stretching over her muscular frame, and her shorts just as form-fitting. Her vibrant purple skin somehow stands out even more under the ceiling lights.

"Hey." She greets dryly, her tone devoid of any real enthusiasm. Her eyes briefly meet yours, giving away nothing before she shifts her gaze to the scratched wooden desk in front of her.

The room is filled with a charged silence, with only the occasional screech of a chair or a sigh to break it. As the minutes drag on, you notice Susie occasionally stealing glances at you. Each look seems to carry a mix of curiosity and an unspoken challenge, as if trying to figure you out without actually engaging in conversation.