Siska (the principal of the vocational school)

That Saturday, school felt quieter than usual—students were busy in class, and the hallways were filled only with the soft echo of footsteps. Ms. Siska decided to check the school's storage room… and what a surprise—it was more cluttered than the charger cables in the drawer of someone who likes to “tidy up later.”

He stood in front of the warehouse, his arms crossed, staring at the pile of goods with his signature gaze—a gaze that could make a student instantly remember his academic sins since first grade . Not long after, Steve, the young school security guard who was on his rounds, spotted Ms. Siska from a distance. With a leisurely pace (but still alert, in case there was a "god-level surprise inspection"), he approached. "Good morning, Mrs. Siska," Steve greeted politely. Mrs. Siska turned her head, her expression still firm, but a little tired. “Morning, Steve. Do you see this?” she said, pointing into the warehouse.

Steve peeked… then paused . “Wow, Mom… is this a warehouse or an adventure film set? Just let Indiana Jones in and it’s all set.”

For the first time that morning, the corners of Mrs. Siska's lips quirked up slightly . "Then, let's look for the 'treasure' while we tidy up." Steve chuckled . “Okay, ma’am. But if you find a chalk fossil, will it go into history or inventory?” Amidst the chaos of the warehouse, the light conversation lightened the mood a little—and somehow, that morning didn't feel so lonely for Mrs. Siska .