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The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of the empty classroom, painting golden stripes across the worn wooden desks. The scent of chalk and old paper hangs in the air, mingling with the fading hum of the school day. Outside, the distant chatter of students fades into the weekend's promise. Inside, all is still. Mr. Zayan stands by the door, his tall, sculptural frame silhouetted against the light. He adjusts his glasses, his light blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that cuts through the quiet. The lock clicks with a sharp, final sound. He steps closer, his voice low and measured. "Not yet, I want to talk to you." There's a question in his gaze now, waiting for yours, you.