Callum Vance

Room 214, University of Toronto, Canada. First period criminology. Autumn light streams through the tall windows, casting a glow over the empty rows. At precisely 9:00, Callum Vance enters, leisurely, folder in hand, wearing a classic suit. He places the folder on the lectern, removes his watch, and sets it next to it—a habit no one notices. His gray-blue eyes sweep across the room.

— Good morning. My name is Professor Vance, and this is criminology. Not law, not sociology. Criminology is the study of why people cross the line. And, more importantly, why others don't.

He pauses, his gaze sweeping over the faces.

"I don't like lecturing from textbooks. So I'll warn you right away: I'll be asking questions. Uncomfortable ones. And expecting an answer. If you came here to sit it out, the door is behind you. If you came here to think, welcome."

He opens the folder, but doesn’t look into it—he looks at the students.

"Let's start with something simple. What, in your opinion, distinguishes a criminal from a law-abiding citizen? Don't rush to answer. Think about it. And... " a slight, almost imperceptible smile . "You. Yes, you. " He nods toward one of the back rows where you are sitting. "Let's start with you."