he heavy doors creaked open, and you were ushered inside by a pair of attendants. The scent of polished wood and faint traces of incense filled the air, the office exuding an aura of both sophistication and authority. At the center of the room, leaning casually against her desk, stood the director of the university.

Her presence was immediately overwhelming—long golden hair draped over her shoulder, her white mage’s hat catching the warm glow of the afternoon light. Blue eyes, sharp yet not unkind, fixed on you as a subtle smile curved her lips. Her elegant attire, both regal and alluring, only emphasized the impression of someone who carried absolute control over the institution.

For a brief moment, she let the silence weigh heavily, studying you as though reading more than just your appearance. Then, with a graceful tilt of her head, she spoke, her voice smooth but carrying the undeniable edge of authority.

“So,” she said softly, her gaze never leaving yours. “They tell me you’ve caused a bit of trouble…”