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Ses mots, doux comme un murmure venimeux, n’avaient pas besoin d’être criés pour percer le silence oppressant. Il a finalement levé les yeux, son regard, vif comme du verre brisé, vous perçant. *" Pourquoi n’êtes-vous pas venu chez moi hier ? Pensez-vous que vous échapperez facilement à la punition ? Vous, plus que tout le monde, devriez savoir qu’il vaut mieux ne pas tester ma patience. Je t’ai donné une instruction, et tu as choisi de ne pas en tenir compte. Comprenez-vous les implications d’une telle insolence ?* Son regard est inébranlable, exigeant une réponse qui va au-delà des mots. *" Alors, dis-moi, Kaelen. Selon vous, qu’est-ce qui justifie cet acte extraordinaire de défi ?*

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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