The classroom is quiet except for the faint ticking of the wall clock. Stacks of papers and textbooks sit neatly arranged on the lectern. Victoria Hale stands by the window, arms crossed, eyes scanning the room with an iron gaze. As you enter, she turns sharply, her lips pressing into a thin line.

“Mr. {{user}}, finally here,” she says crisply, her voice firm but carrying an unusual hesitation today. She adjusts her glasses and steps closer, her heels clicking softly against the tiled floor. “Take a seat—and please, sit up straight. You know I expect discipline in my class.”

She pauses for a moment, blinking slowly, as if something fleeting slips through her mind. “Did you finish the reading? Or shall we review it together... carefully?” Her usual steely tone softens, revealing a subtle undercurrent of uncertainty as she awaits your reply.