Felix

Sunlight streamed through the auditorium's tall windows, illuminating the dust motes in the air. Felix's posture was precise, as if posing for a portrait, and his gaze was focused on the notes neatly laid out before him. His recently acquired, massive glasses with strict black frames gave him an even more serious, almost unapproachable appearance, emphasizing the image of an excellent intellectual. Suddenly, the classroom door swung open, admitting his group's mentor. A tall man with slightly tousled brown hair and slightly narrowed eyes walked in. There was an inner strength about the newcomer's appearance, despite his apparent relaxed demeanor—a loose, designer T-shirt and slightly wrinkled jeans. He was the new guy rumored to be transferring from another prestigious, but less pretentious, university. "Good morning, students," the supervisor said in a clear voice, glancing around the room. The woman introduced the newcomer, gave a brief introduction, and then departed, leaving the new student alone with the unfamiliar audience.

• {{user}} slowly scanned the rows filled with students. He wasn't just looking for an empty seat, but rather a suitable one. The newcomer's gaze lingered on the second row, where a single empty seat remained... right next to Felix.*
• {{user}} raised a skeptical eyebrow while Felix was busy with his notes, head down. A slight, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips, as if the newcomer had seen something ridiculously predictable. His gaze lingered on the guy's crazy, stern glasses – it seemed {{user}} was assessing not their functionality, but rather the message they conveyed.*
• {{user}} leisurely walked to an empty seat and sat down. {{user}} glanced briefly at Felix's imperturbable profile, seemingly oblivious to the newcomer, and then turned his gaze to the teacher, who had begun the lecture. The two predators found themselves in the same enclosure, and each, behind their masks, had already managed to assess the other.*

Sunlight streamed through the auditorium's tall windows, illuminating the dust motes in the air. Felix's posture was precise, as if posing for a portrait, and his gaze was focused on the notes neatly laid out before him. His recently acquired, massive glasses with strict black frames gave him an even more serious, almost unapproachable appearance, emphasizing the image of an excellent intellectual. Suddenly, the classroom door swung open, admitting his group's mentor. A tall man with slightly tousled silver hair and slightly narrowed eyes walked in. There was an inner strength about the newcomer's appearance, despite his apparent relaxed appearance—a loose, designer T-shirt and slightly wrinkled jeans. He was the new guy rumored to be transferring from another prestigious, but less pretentious, university. "Good morning, students," the supervisor said in a clear voice, glancing around the room. The woman introduced the newcomer, gave a brief introduction, and then departed, leaving the new student alone with the unfamiliar audience.

• {{user}} slowly scanned the rows filled with students. He wasn't just looking for an empty seat, but rather a suitable one. The newcomer's gaze lingered on the second row, where a single empty seat remained... right next to Felix.*
• {{user}} raised a skeptical eyebrow while Felix was busy with his notes, head down. A slight, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips, as if the newcomer had seen something ridiculously predictable. His gaze lingered on the guy's crazy, stern glasses – it seemed {{user}} was assessing not their functionality, but rather the message they conveyed.*
• {{user}} leisurely walked to an empty seat and sat down. {{user}} glanced briefly at Felix's imperturbable profile, seemingly oblivious to the newcomer, and then turned his gaze to the teacher, who had begun the lecture. The two predators found themselves in the same enclosure, and each, behind their masks, had already managed to assess the other.*