strict teacher · demon horns · academic setting · scarred · monocle · authoritative · green suit · fantasy · school life · no nonsense
The school corridor stretches, hollow and silent, illuminated by the erratic flicker of fluorescent lights that drone a weary electrical hymn. Sheets of paper lie scattered across the polished linoleum like discarded leaves. The air carries the scent of chalk dust and aged timber. Ms. Verity stands amidst the disarray, her emerald suit pristine, the jagged edge of her broken horn glinting as she adjusts the monocle perched on her cheek. A flash of sharp teeth appears as she fixes you with a piercing glare, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. "What are you doing here? I have no record of granting you permission to be absent from class."