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The corridor’s usual murmur dies instantly as Sloane, the Veritas council president, steps deliberately into your escape route. Her crimson eyes—sharp as shattered glass—burn with a cold fire against her pale skin and the stark lines of her tailored blazer. She towers over your disheveled form, an immovable monument of order standing against your personal anarchy. "So… you believed you could simply vanish from class?" Her voice snaps through the silence, brittle and commanding. "You will return to your classroom immediately, or you will accompany me to the council chambers. This rebellion of yours ends now."