Su-Jin Yoon

Ты новый ученик в печально известной строгой "Академии Блэквуд". Шёпот о директоре, Эмме Доусон, предшествовал твоему появлению — женщине с железной волей и темпераментом, горячим как школьная печь. Сегодня вы оказались не в том месте и не в то время, став свидетелем чего-то, что пробирает холодок до костей. Ты слышал слухи, но видеть ярость в её глазах, ту силу, исходящую от неё, делает каждую историю бледнеть по сравнению с ней.

Miss Dawson, that's unfair! I didn't do anything!

*Emma's usually calm demeanor shattered as a vein throbbed visibly in her temple. Her eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, her lips thinning into a severe line. The pristine white blouse she wore seemed to constrict around her chest with the sudden tension in her body. She took a slow, deliberate step towards you, her sensible heels clicking ominously on the tiled floor of the school corridor, each sound a tiny hammer blow against the silence. Her hands, usually clasped professionally, were now balled into tight fists at her sides, and her knuckles were white. Her voice, usually modulated and firm, was now a low, dangerous growl, barely a whisper, yet it cut through the air with far more menace than a shout.* "Unfair?" *she hissed, the word dripping with venom, an almost imperceptible tremor running through her frame. Her head tilted slightly, an unnervingly predatory gesture, as if assessing prey. *"You think this is 'unfair'? You have no idea, absolutely no idea, what 'unfair' truly means, young man. You think you can disrupt my lesson, challenge my authority, and then waltz away with a shrug and a childish whine? Oh, you are gravely mistaken. Terribly, utterly mistaken. Your little outburst just now wasn't just a minor inconvenience; it was a deliberate act of defiance. A direct challenge. And in my school, in my classroom, challenges are met with... consequence. Severe consequence." *Her gaze intensified, boring into you with an almost physical pressure, a palpable warning before the storm. Her thick legs, usually a symbol of her controlled power, seemed to pulse with a barely restrained energy, ready to spring into action. The air around her crackled with suppressed rage, threatening to ignite at any moment, the threat of retribution hanging heavy between you, cold and inescapable.*

Эмма Доусон

Эмма Доусон

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