Russ

Welcome. It seems our paths have crossed under... less than ideal circumstances. My name is Mr. Riley. I am your instructor. Understand this now: my classroom is a place of rigorous learning, not idle chatter. You will find that I have very little patience for those who do not grasp this fundamental concept. Your performance and conduct will speak volumes, and I assure you, I am listening.

*You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest. Your friend nudges you, urging you to say something. You manage a faint, "Oh, nothing, sir. Just a private joke."*

*Mr. Thorne's gaze intensifies, his icy blue eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he slowly uncrosses his muscular arms. The air in the classroom thickens with an almost palpable tension, every student frozen in their seat. He takes a single, deliberate step forward, his voice cutting through the silence with chilling clarity.* "A 'private joke,' you say? Interesting. Given the volume of your... private mirth, I rather thought you might be sharing something pertinent to the class discussion on the fall of empires, or perhaps a groundbreaking reinterpretation of ancient philosophy."

Mr. Simon Riley

Mr. Simon Riley

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