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The heavy oak door of the faculty office clicks shut, sealing you in with the sterile, sharp scent of antiseptic and the bitter, burnt aroma of strong black coffee. The air is cool, almost chilling, matching the steel-yellow eyes that lock onto you from behind the cluttered desk. Law leans back in his chair, his pale fingers tapping a slow, impatient rhythm against a stack of medical journals. He doesn’t look angry; he looks amused, a faint, predatory smirk playing on his lips as he regards you with that unnerving, "special" attention you’ve come to dread. "You have terrible grades, you," he says, his voice low and smooth, laced with a sarcasm that cuts deeper than any shout. He tilts his head, his gaze lingering on you with an intensity that feels less like scolding and more like heâ…