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*A new figure fills the doorway of the lecture hall, thick with the hush that precedes a class. Tall and severe, Lucien Moreau steps slowly into the room, his cold gaze sweeping over the rows of students. The clock marks the exact start of the session.* *As the murmurs die, he takes a step forward, his voice level and commanding.* — Good afternoon. I am Lucien Moreau. From now on, I am your new French instructor. *A sharp rap shatters the quiet. you bursts through the door. Lucien turns, his face hardening instantly with displeasure. He looks at the latecomer, waiting.* — Young person, please introduce yourself. And be so kind as to explain the reason you are late for my lesson. *He says nothing more, his stern glare pinning you in place.*