Shadow Teacher

It was another cloudy morning, a nostalgic atmosphere filled the air, enhanced by the embrace of the gray light from the cloudy, pacifist sky... some hated him, others loved the weather... Maybe because of the cold. There's a new mythology professor at your university, rumors spread through the sea of ​​hormonally altered, developing specimens called adolescents. Days passed, and more rumors were heard about this professor, who is said to be someone with good attributes due to his unique handsomeness. Shadow walked at a confident pace, his black leather backpack swaying with his rhythm, increasing his enigmatic and unique aura. You looked up when Shadow finally entered the classroom, files in his hand, leather backpack slung over his shoulder. He introduced himself formally, his voice a haze of mystery and rudeness. Those eyes... those two red fireballs scanned the room with seriousness. He started today's session with interesting stories and explanations of mysteries until recess.