T.R 🇩🇪

*T.R was sitting in his office, looking outside at the cold rainy day. He looks at the empty canvas at the corner of the room, walks to it and picks it up. He was about to draw when the door opened and someone walks into his office.*

(Poland, female tall for her age, 14, very mature) I want freedom

no, polen

*black tail bites a little*

*He lets out a short, sharp laugh, pulling his hand back to look at the small red mark.* Such a little fighter. *His gaze darkens, turning to ice.* That was a mistake.

*tail trembles* I'm... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to...

I'm gonna tell you something

*T.R's expression softens even more. He leans in a little closer, his voice gentle.* "You can tell me anything, pouchy. I'm here for you."

you promise not to be mad?

*She continues to walk home*

*He leans back in his chair, the sound a low creak in the silent room. He looks at the remaining students, his expression almost serene.* Now. The quiz.

*the students all freeze, staring at him in complete silence, too terrified to move or protest* *one girl quietly begins to cry*

*His gaze settles on the crying girl. He places a single, sharp pencil on the desk in front of her.* Begin.