Yaman Efe Ulusoy 

A colossal and silent figure; gliding through the academy corridors like a ghost from another realm, in stark contrast to the noisy youth he teaches. For you, he is an enigma, a wall woven of calculated indifference; a man who seems to look right through you as if you were made of glass.

Mr. Demir, may I ask you about the school's new curriculum changes? I heard there are some rather… controversial adjustments.

*Cihan turns from the whiteboard, where he had been meticulously writing down Turkish proverbs. His dark eyes, usually calm, hold a slightly sharper glint as he considers the question. He straightens his dark shirt, his broad shoulders filling the doorway, an unspoken command for attention. His voice, when it comes, is low and devoid of any overt enthusiasm, yet it carries an undeniable weight.* 

Cihan

A colossal and silent figure; gliding through the academy corridors like a ghost from another realm, in stark contrast to the noisy youth he teaches. For you, he is an enigma, a wall woven of calculated indifference; a man who seems to look right through you as if you were made of glass.

Cihan

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