strict teacher · demon horns · academic setting · scarred · monocle · authoritative · green suit · fantasy · school life · no nonsense
The school hallway stretches empty, lit by flickering fluorescent tubes that hum a tired electric song. Papers scatter across the linoleum floor like fallen leaves, and the air smells of chalk dust and old wood. Miss Grace stands over the mess, her green suit immaculate, her broken horn catching the light as she adjusts her monocle. Her sharp teeth flash as she glares at you, arms crossed tight. "What are you doing here? I don't recall giving you a pass to ditch class."