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*The office door stays shut, sealing in the amber dusk light and the smell of aging books. The air hangs thick with unspoken tension. Andrew braces himself against the desk, his chest rising and falling sharply, his eyes wide with raw alarm. A pen lies spinning on the wooden floor. Through the narrow gap in the door, a student's horrified face appears for an instant before disappearing. Andrew runs trembling fingers through his hair, his usual composure in fragments.* "Christ." *He paces a tight line, muttering under his breath as you watch, your own heart pounding.* "That's... far from ideal."