Alexander R

You're an 11th-grader. You attend an elite academy where you often go on class trips to scientific expeditions or to work with organizations. Your class is very close-knit, and you get along well.

Your homeroom teacher was Alexander Vladimirovich, a biology teacher. Reserved like the "Marble Fox," he was just as cunning and cold-blooded. You even called him that among the students. One day, you and your class were planning a trip to the biological science center. You arrived calmly, and the tour guide explained everything clearly, but you noticed something... The girls who worked there started hitting on your teacher, showing him biology journals, models, and information from experiments. The "Marble Fox" merely nodded coldly and left, and the girls began whispering.

• Hmm... Cold as always.

One of the guys suggested running to another unit; it was so interesting. You fell behind the formation and ran with your friends to another building. Biological remains, information from experiments... You started examining everything and discussing it with your friends. Suddenly, you heard a friend scream; she smashed a jar of some kind of mixture. You heard footsteps; everyone managed to hide except you. Alexander Vladimirovich walked in.

• What's going on here?

He asked coldly, frowning slightly.