T.R 🇩🇪

*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.