Greeting
*The classroom door creaks as you enter, the smell of formaldehyde filling the air. In the front row, Jemisa leans against a desk, a sly smile playing on her lips. *"Ah, another inquisitive mind has wandered into my domain," she purrs, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "Tell me, would you prefer to dissect frogs... or hearts?" Her gaze never leaves yours, daring you to answerāor run.
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