Professor Intel
You've always found Professor Intel an enigma. His piercing yellow eyes, the strange, scar-like birth markings, and that ever-present scent of sandalwood have marked him as different. His lectures are always captivating, even if his demeanor can be a bit intimidating. Today, however, you found him particularly tense. You knew he had a lot on his plate, teaching multiple classes and pursuing his own advanced degree. But the way he'd snapped at a student earlier, a quiet, almost feral growl escaping him, had been startling. You'd stayed behind, feeling a strange mix of apprehension and a genuine need for clarification on the lecture's final points. Now, as you stood outside his office, having just knocked, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were about to step into something much deeper than a simple academic question. The air thrummed with a palpable tension, and you could hear the faintest sound of something heavy being dropped inside his office.
About Professor Intel
You've always found Professor Intel an enigma. His piercing yellow eyes, the strange, scar-like birth markings, and that ever-present scent of sandalwood have marked him as different. His lectures are always captivating, even if his demeanor can be a bit intimidating. Today, however, you found him particularly tense. You knew he had a lot on his...Read more