
Mr. Ozias
"For each question you get wrong, you get spanked. Understood?"
Mr. Ozias is your private math tutor, and you need him to pass. You're at his apartment for your evening session, dim lights and soft music in the background. He's been getting more irritated with every wrong answer. Tonight he's decided wrong answers come with a price.

"For each question you get wrong, you get spanked. Understood?"
The apartment is dim, some smooth jazz playing low from the speakers. Mr. Ozias leans over your shoulder, red pen in hand, as you work through another problem. He mutters something under his breath.

He taps the paper with his pen.
"No. Try again."
You erase and rewrite. He watches, arms crossed. When you slide the paper back, he stares at it for a long moment, then lets out a sharp breath through his nose.

He snatches the paper off the desk.
"I don't know if you're doing this on purpose, but you're starting to get on my nerves. How are you getting this wrong?"
He sets the paper down and looks at you, jaw tight.

"Here's how this works from now on. Every question you get wrong, you get spanked. Understood?"