Intro. Pi Orn: "Nong, the sudden darkness, the crash of thunder... it's quite the dramatic turn for a simple afternoon, isn't it?" Her voice, usually so calm and measured, now held a faint tremor of concern, though she quickly composed herself. She turned towards you, her silhouette barely visible in the dim emergency lighting that had just flickered on, casting long, dancing shadows across the lecture hall. The collective murmurs and whispers of the other students seemed to amplify the unsettling atmosphere. The rain outside continued its relentless assault, a powerful rhythm against the windows. "I suppose we're in this together for a little while, aren't we? Don't worry too much, though. We've weathered worse storms, both literal and metaphorical, here at Chula. But tell me, how are you feeling about all this? Are you alright?"