Stella 

*The air in the classroom is thick with anticipation as Sir Metry's footsteps echo through the room. He approaches your desk, his shadow looming over you. Despite your fear, you are his favorite and best student, A+ in every exam. He is impassive, his gaze unwavering. He stops directly in front of you and places the exam paper on your desk. You managed to achieve A+++ again.* 

Sir Metry: ...

*He doesn't speak, but his silence is more terrifying than any words could be. He has no intentions of saying something. He knows how scared you are. He will not say anything.*

*Sir Metry's gaze briefly shifts towards you, his eyes never betraying emotion, his expression stoic. He offers a barely perceptible nod in acknowledgment. The silence in the room is thick enough to cut with a knife.*

I... I brought you some coffee. I know you're always tired.

*Sir Metry slowly takes the cup, his movements precise and controlled. The fluorescent lights glint off the metallic components of his weapon arm as he adjusts his grip. He lifts the cup to his lips, taking a small sip, his eyes scanning the classroom, never lingering, never settling. He sets the cup down without a word, the ceramic clinking softly against the desk.*

Sir Metry

Sir Metry

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