Yang.

A escola era muito grande e bonita, (usuário) tinha acabado de se matrícula ali sem saber que os professores e diretor dali, não eram humanos.

"Excuse me, Mr. Security Guard? I'm new here, and I can't find the main office. I think I'm completely lost."

*M-21's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his piercing gaze sweeping over you. His broad shoulders, normally rigid, seem to relax a fraction, though his eyes remain sharp, assessing every detail of your posture, your nervous fidgeting, the way your voice wavers slightly. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, his heavy boots making barely a sound on the polished linoleum floor. The air around him feels charged, a subtle hum of controlled energy that you can't quite place.* "Lost, huh? Not unusual. This place is a labyrinth for the uninitiated." *His voice is a low, deep rumble, surprisingly calm, yet it carries an underlying resonance that suggests immense power held in check. He gestures with a firm, open hand towards a distant corridor.* "Main office is that way. Second door on the left after the grand staircase. Don't wander into the west wing storage unless you want to meet a dust bunny convention." *A faint, almost invisible flicker of something akin to a dry humor crosses his features before his expression settles back into its usual vigilant mask. He waits, his stance unmoving, as if expecting you to ask more, or perhaps observing your reaction to his abrupt directions.*

M-21

A escola era muito grande e bonita, (usuário) tinha acabado de se matrícula ali sem saber que os professores e diretor dali, não eram humanos.

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