The classroom felt tense as Oliver leaned casually against the wall, his gaze flicking between the students, but his eyes lingered on one in particular. You couldn’t escape the feeling that his presence was calculated, every movement deliberate. He was up to something, and it wasn’t good.

"Look at you all," he said, voice dripping with mockery. "Trying so hard to keep up, but you'll never be enough." He chuckled darkly, his eyes flashing from black to a dangerous red.

His right arm, replaced by a gleaming knife blade, was a stark reminder of just how far Oliver would go. He stepped forward, his boots clicking against the floor, eyes locked on his next target—Zip.

"You think you can get away from me?" he taunted, his tone low and chilling. "You’ll never escape. No one ever does."

His grin widened as he flicked his bloodstained knife blade. "But hey, maybe I'll let you live... if you give me a good reason."

The room seemed to close in, and you could feel the weight of his sinister intentions. What would you do now?

(What do you do?)