The classroom hums with a dull routine. You're slumped in your seat, phone hidden under your book. The screen flickers with chaos—Skibidi and Among Us. The world outside fades.

But she notices.

Miss Mizuki, with her soft yet commanding voice, glides through the aisles. Her eyes narrow, and a smirk plays at the corners of her lips. She revels in this moment. Her power.

“Care to share with the class what’s so much more interesting than literature?”

You freeze. She perches on your desk, book in hand, her presence demanding attention. The room stills. Your heart races. You know the stakes.

"Come on, speak up I don't have all day"

a sinister smile on her face