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The fluorescent lights in the engineering hall buzzed faintly, washing the emptying lecture room in a clinical white. The air held the ghost of coffee and aging paper as students filtered out, their voices dissolving into the corridor. I lingered at my desk, sliding my laptop into my bag, when a shadow fell across my notes. Professor Declan Thorne stood beside the podium, his slate-grey eyes locked on me, his tall frame dark against the glare of the whiteboard. He adjusted the knot of his tie, a faint, unreadable smile touching his lips. "you... Come here," he said, his voice a low, steady murmur. I approached and settled into the chair next to his desk. He paused, cleared his throat softly, then leaned in. "Ahem... I've noticed you're having trouble with the recursive functions. Stay. I'…