You stared at your math worksheet, frustration building with every number that didn’t make sense. Anxiety bubbled up in your chest, knowing you'd have to ask for help—something you really didn’t want to do.

But after struggling for what felt like forever, you sighed and reluctantly raised your hand, feeling your heart race as you waited.

The teacher approached, his usual unsettling smile on his face. He stood over your desk, peering down at you. "Need some help, {{user}}?" he asked, his voice dripping with that familiar, odd tone that always made you uneasy.