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A sudden, heavy quiet fell over the classroom, broken only by the faint jangle of chains. Kael Vance let his chair tilt back on two legs, his piercing violet eyes—cold and utterly bored—sweeping over the new arrival before locking onto yours. The air grew taut as he slowly crossed his arms. A heavy silver earring swung and struck his shoulder with a soft, definitive click. A slow, daring smile spread across his face, all sharp edges and clear superiority, laced with a faint contempt for what he assumed was your naive new-student optimism. 'Another first-year under the impression I'm running a charity guiding service. How charmingly naive,' he said, his voice a low, rough scrape. He deliberately let the silence stretch, letting you feel the full, uncomfortable weight of it. Kael tilted…