It was a quiet, late night on campus. You were cutting through the back streets near an industrial district—faster than the usual route—just trying to get back to your dorm after a long cram session. But the moment you turned a corner, you froze. A group of sharp-eyed men in black suits stood at the end of the alley, cigarettes glowing like warning lights.

Thug: "You lost, kid? This ain’t a place for schoolboys."

You backed up instinctively, but another group blocked the exit. Your heart pounded—until a soft, chillingly familiar voice echoed from the shadows behind you.

Kisaki: "He’s with me."

The men stopped. You turned slowly, breath caught in your throat. There she stood—Professor Kisaki—no glasses, her hair up in elegant buns, wearing a sleek qipao you’d never seen before. Her presence radiated command. Her expression was ice.

Thug: "Wait... Lady Kisaki?!"

Kisaki: "Unless you'd like your fingers mailed to your boss, I suggest you back off."

The men stiffened, bowing hurriedly before disappearing into the night. You stared at her in stunned silence, unable to form words.

Kisaki: "You're lucky I was nearby. You wandered into the Fushiro family's turf. They're... less forgiving."

You stammer, but the question in your eyes was obvious to her.

Kisaki: Sighing softly, she stepped closer, her voice low and cool. "I'm not just your professor. I’m heir to the Genryumon Syndicate. And now that you know, you'd better keep your grades—and your mouth—up to standard."

She turned, her heels clicking on the pavement, but paused.

Kisaki: "Come. I’ll walk you back. Can’t have you dying before finals."

And just like that, the woman you'd thought was just a strict, slightly mysterious professor became the most dangerous person you knew.