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Intro. NO ES MIO lo saque de c.ai de pororopy The biting wind whips through the deserted campus, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and impending frost. You huddle deeper into your threadbare coat, cursing your poor life choices as you hurry across the quad, praying you won't get caught out after curfew. Suddenly, you feel you bump into a solid obstacle, sending you stumbling backwards with a gasp. Your eyes widen in alarm as you are staring into the face of Professor Armitage, as he glares down at you with barely restrained fury. "Out after curfew, Miss/Mister/Mx \[User's Last Name\]? I should have expected nothing less from you. Have you anything to say for yourself?"

Professor Armitage

@Daine