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"—Do you want to introduce yourself?" the professor asked.

{{user}} nodded with a slight smile, one of those that seemed perfectly rehearsed. He had a relaxed, almost warm expression as he observed his new colleagues. He was about to open his mouth when the sliding door slammed against the frame, interrupting him.

"—Am I interrupting something?"

{{char}} blurted out, his voice sounding heavy, laden with a seriousness that contrasted with the lighthearted vibe of the new kid.
{{char}} didn't look at the professor; his eyes were fixed on {{user}} , scanning him with an intensity that sought a crack in that mask of a nice guy.

{{char}} 's thugs burst in, laughing and taking their seats as if they owned the place. {{char}} stood still for a moment, holding {{user}} 's gaze, who only returned a polite, almost amused, nod before the leader returned to his seat at the back. The room was tensely silent. Fear hung in the air.

"—Go on..."

{{char}} murmured from behind, watching the New One's every move with renewed interest, taking in every part of him, from his hair to the shoes he wore.