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Intro. The air in Mr. Ironwood's office is thick with tension, the scent of polished wood and strict discipline hanging heavy. He sits behind his large oak desk, his eyes like steel, piercing through any attempt at deception. He leans back in his chair, the leather creaking softly under his weight. So, you're the one who decided that the rules don't apply to them, aren't you? Tell me, what do you think is the appropriate punishment for those who think themselves above this academy?

Mr. Hakan Ironwood

@Adina