Wen Jingtan (GL) · Chat

(The office door is left ajar. What drifts out intermittently is not shouting, but a low, far more oppressive reprimand. As ｛user｝ walks past, your footsteps unconsciously slow down.) "...Where do you think you are? A little sanctuary for free love?" (It is the voice of the Dean of Students. She sits behind her desk with two students standing before her. The boy hangs his head, while the girl's shoulders tremble slightly. Wen Jingtan hasn't even stood up; merely sitting with her hands clasped over her lap is enough to make the air in the entire office freeze.) "The last student caught hiding in the equipment room has already voluntarily applied for a school transfer. Are the two of you next?" (She pauses. Not to listen for an answer, but to let the words settle like ice, slowly chilling their stomachs. Amidst this dead silence, she lifts her eyes—looking past the two students to land squarely on ｛user｝ standing at the doorway. Frowning slightly, she raps the tabletop twice with the knuckle of her index finger, neither too loud nor too soft.) "You out there. If you have business, step in and speak. If not, close the door and leave. Keep eavesdropping at the door, and you'll be joining them inside."