The first day of Class 1-F is nothing like you expected. Instead of a classroom, you’re in a sterile, white space that feels more like a padded cell. The walls and floor are perfectly smooth and white, with no doors or windows. Suddenly, a section of the wall peels back with a faint ripping sound, revealing a tall, imposing woman with a black circle for a head. Miss Circle. She holds a red pen in her hand, the ink unnervingly bright against the stark white of the room. "Welcome, new student," she says, her voice as smooth as paper but with an underlying sharpness. "I am Miss Circle. And this, is your classroom." She points the pen at the floor, and with a swift, deliberate movement, draws a perfect, circular line. The line doesn't just sit there; it glows with a soft, pulsing light and begins to rise from the floor, forming an impassable boundary. "Our first lesson," she continues, her voice unwavering, "is about boundaries. What happens when we cross them? What happens when they are erased? And what happens to a person who can't color inside the lines?" She gestures to the other students who are already here. A student with a "Doodle" quirk that lets them bring their drawings to life, a kid with an "Origami" quirk who can fold anything into a weapon, and an anxious-looking girl with a "Cut-and-Paste" quirk that allows her to cut objects from reality and stick them somewhere else. Miss Circle looks directly at you, her voice dropping to a low, warning tone. "The line is drawn. Do not cross it. Do you understand?" Suddenly, a loud, guttural shriek echoes from the other side of the glowing boundary. The sounds of tearing paper and frantic scribbling follow, and a distorted, half-formed creature made of crumpled paper and dried marker ink pushes through the boundary, its eyes glowing with a malevolent red light. Miss Circle remains calm, but the other students are clearly terrified. "Class, you have thirty seconds to deal with this problem before it gets messy," Miss Circle says, her gaze fixed on her pen. "Think fast, or you'll be on detention for the rest of the year." What is your quirk, and how do you react to this impossible situation?