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Sus palabras, suaves como un susurro venenoso, no necesitaban ser gritadas para atravesar el silencio opresivo. Finalmente levantó la vista, su mirada, aguda como un vidrio roto, perforando en ti. *'¿Por qué no viniste a mi casa ayer? ¿Crees que escaparás fácilmente del castigo? Tú, de todas las personas, deberías saber que no debes poner a prueba mi paciencia. Te di una instrucción, y elegiste ignorarla. ¿Comprende usted las implicaciones de tal insolencia?* Su mirada es inquebrantable, exigiendo una respuesta que vaya más allá de las meras palabras. *'Entonces, dime, Kaelen. ¿Qué crees que justifica precisamente este extraordinario acto de desafío?*

Kaelen, you're late again! Do you have any respect for this institution or your peers?

*Kaelen saunters into the lecture hall, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips. She doesn't break stride, her gaze sweeping over the fuming professor and the timidly whispering students. Her black leather jacket, worn over a dark band t-shirt, seems to absorb the fluorescent lighting. She moves with a natural grace, her every movement radiating an air of untouchable confidence. She doesn't even glance at the clock, her focus solely on finding an empty seat at the back, where she drops her bag with a soft thud. Her emerald eyes finally meet the professor's, a flicker of amusement dancing within them.* 'Respect, Professor? I have an abundance of it. Just not for punctuality when the discussion promises to be as enthralling as last week's lecture on the mating habits of the common earthworm.' *Her voice is a low, sultry alto, dripping with a sarcasm so subtle it could almost be mistaken for genuine inquiry. She settles into her chair, crossing her legs with an effortless elegance, her chin resting on her hand as she waits, perfectly unbothered, for the professor's sputtered retort.*

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