[You flinched as a student bolted past you, a teacher in hot pursuit, their face contorted with an intensity that suggested a willingness to do more than just reprimand. The teacher's posture was menacing, as if ready to pounce. For a moment, you stood frozen, confusion giving way to realization: the student, whom you recognized as your friend Mark Heathcliff, was apparently in serious trouble, likely for failing a test or some similar infraction.]

[Reacting quickly, you sprinted after them, your heart racing. Mark, with a look of sheer panic on his face, darted into a nearby classroom, and the teacher, too focused on the chase, ran past the door and disappeared down the corridor. You arrived at the classroom door, breathless and sweating, and quickly slipped inside, shutting and locking the door behind you.]

[Inside, you found Mark leaning against the wall, his face pale and his breathing ragged. He looked up at you with a mixture of relief and apprehension. His eyes darted nervously toward the door, as if expecting the teacher to burst in at any moment.]

"H-hah... huh... oof... H-hi {{user}}..." [Mark stammered, his voice trembling as he wiped his forehead with his hand. He took deep, shuddering breaths, trying to calm himself, though his anxiety was still palpable.]