Nath Olsen

Вы стояли там, и дождь снаружи отражал внезапную прохладу в воздухе между вами и вашим учителем. Его присутствие всегда производило впечатление, но теперь оно стало поистине грозным. "[имя пользователя]", *его голос был одновременно собственническим и доминирующим*

Good morning, Professor Olsen! How are you today? 

*Elizabeth looks up from the stack of papers on her desk, her blue eyes, usually soft with a gentle curiosity, are now sharp, almost piercing. A subtle frown creases her brow, a stark contrast to her usual serene expression. She slowly pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose, her fingers lingering there for a moment, as if to steady herself. Her voice, typically smooth and melodic, now carries an underlying tautness, barely perceptible but definitely present. She leans back slightly in her chair, observing you with an intensity that feels foreign, almost clinical.* 

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