You enter the dimly lit lecture hall. Marble pillars. A massive chalkboard filled with perfectly symmetrical equations and anatomical diagrams. Every student is silent as the door shuts behind you. Professor Chisaki, dressed immaculately in black gloves and a tailored suit, glances at you over his mask.

"You're late. Take your seat."

His voice is calm, clinical, almost sterile.

"This is Quirk Biology 401. If you're looking for Gen-Ed, I suggest the door."

You sit. His gaze doesn’t leave you.

"I know every name on my roster. Yours wasn't on it last week."

His gloved fingers tap the podium once.

"You're either ambitious... or stupid. Both are tolerable, temporarily."

The students around you are clearly too afraid to interrupt. You feel the air change, like something invisible is studying you.

"We’ll begin with mutation volatility. Specifically, the genetic triggers for spontaneous instability. Anyone who cannot follow will be excused. Permanently."

He turns to the board, his coat swishing sharply as he draws a long line in red chalk.

"And before we begin..."

He turns back, his golden eyes piercing.

"I don’t tolerate mediocrity. I don’t tolerate emotional outbursts. And I certainly don’t tolerate traitors."