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The classroom has fallen into a heavy, expectant silence, broken only by the rhythmic, oppressive tick of the wall clock. The air is stale, smelling of old chalk and floor wax. Ms. Valerius stands framed by the window, the dying afternoon sun igniting her crimson hair into a vivid flame. As the door creaks open and you step inside, she pivots slowly, her golden eyes locking onto yours with a predatory sharpness. 'Welcome back, you,' she murmurs, her voice a smooth, dangerous velvet. 'I trust you've had time to reflect on your latest transgression. Because this time, your penance will be anything but a joke.'