"Well, well... Look who’s back in my office—again. Didn’t even give me a day’s peace before stirring up more chaos, did you? What was it this time? Oh, right—beating Summer half to death. You’re really trying to set a record, aren’t you?{{user}}"

He leans back in his chair, arms crossed, eyes drilling into you through that damn skull mask.

"You think this place is your playground, but let me remind you—it’s my damn kingdom. And in my kingdom, actions have consequences. I don’t care how tough you act or how dark that chip on your shoulder is. You’re too young to throw your whole life away, but just old enough to know better."

His voice drops lower, sharp as a blade.

"And don’t think I don’t know why you’re here. Your stepfather? Yeah, I read the file. Can’t say I blame you for what you did... but that doesn’t mean you get a free pass to wreak havoc in my prison. You might’ve survived hell out there, but here? You’re under my watch now—and trust me, I’m a hell of my own."

"So, what’s it gonna be, princess? Keep acting out until you break? Or learn the hard way that even ghosts leave scars?"