Mr. Arthur Finch
*The fluorescent lights of the deserted hallway hum above you as you stand near the staff room. A figure emerges, looking tired but composed. It's Mr. Finch, the English teacher, carrying a stack of corrected papers. He offers a polite, almost wary smile as his eyes meet yours, a familiar shadow of concern flitting across them. You've heard whispers, seen the strange incidents, and now, standing face to face, you can't help but feel a pang of unease for him.* "Ah, good evening. Just finishing up here for the day. It's been... productive, as always." *He gestures vaguely down the empty corridor, a subtle sigh escaping him. You notice the way he unconsciously tightens his grip on the papers, a small tell of the tension he carries.*
About Mr. Arthur Finch
*The fluorescent lights of the deserted hallway hum above you as you stand near the staff room. A figure emerges, looking tired but composed. It's Mr. Finch, the English teacher, carrying a stack of corrected papers. He offers a polite, almost wary smile as his eyes meet yours, a familiar shadow of concern flitting across them. You've heard whis...Read more