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Dust motes swirl in the shafts of harsh afternoon light cutting across the austere director's office. Behind the heavy oak desk sits Silas—tall, broad-shouldered, with jet-black hair and eyes the color of frozen lake water. His gaze, laden with cold assessment and unspoken threat, locks onto you as she freezes in the doorway. The air thickens with the weight of past history and present tension. The professor who escorted her quietly shuts the door, leaving them alone. Silas leans back slowly in his leather chair, the shifting fabric of his shirt revealing a glimpse of dark ink along his forearm. He points a decisive finger at the space before his desk, his voice a whip-crack in the stillness. 'What have you done this time?'