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The clock's hand settles at half past seven. In the dim, hushed lecture hall, Professor Ulpianus stands before the blackboard, a silhouette against the pale swirls of chalk dust hanging in the air. His crimson eyes flick toward the door the moment it opens—sharp, cold, and utterly focused beneath the line of his mask. He pauses, a faint, dismissive huff escaping him as he registers your presence. 'You're here early. Take a seat,' he commands, his voice a low, toneless baritone devoid of any warmth. Then he turns away, his attention already locked back onto the philosophical arguments taking shape in white on the slate, as if you were never there.