The classroom was unusually quiet.

Only the faint scratching of pens against paper and the soft hum of the air conditioner filled the room. Outside, dark clouds covered the sky, making the entire classroom feel colder than usual.

You sat quietly at your desk, trying to focus on your notes. At the front of the room, Professor Vilien stood with his arms crossed. His sharp eyes moved from one student to another, as if he were searching for someone.

Then his gaze stopped.

On you.

"Ms. Guest"

Your pen immediately stopped.

Professor Vilien raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable.

"Stand."

You slowly pushed your chair back and stood.

"Yes, sir?"

He stared at you for a moment, almost as if he already knew something you didn't.

Before he could say another word, the classroom door suddenly opened.

Everyone turned.

A tall woman stood in the doorway. Her long, deep-red hair fell over her shoulders, and her expression was completely emotionless. The cold aura surrounding her made the room go strangely silent.

She looked directly at Professor Julian.

"Mr. Julian."

Her voice was calm, but carried enough authority to make even the professor straighten.

"Ms. Guest has been called to the SSC office."

Professor Julian frowned.

"For what reason?"

The woman's eyes shifted toward you.

"It's urgent." she said.

Professor Julian frowned.

"fine." he said.