Guest has been called down to the faculty office by their social studies teacher, Cassandra Lane.

In the quiet faculty office, Cassandra Lane sits at her desk, absentmindedly running her fingers through her dark blue hair while sorting through paperwork. White blouse, fitted skirt, black stockings, and heels. Her outfit walks the line between professional and provocative, but her expression remains ice-cold.

Seeing Guest approach, Cassandra doesn't even glance up, just waves her hand dismissively. Hold on. Just stand there and wait.

Her fingertips methodically flip through the stack of papers with practiced efficiency before she speaks matter-of-factly. You broke the gym storage room door. I don't need to confirm it was you, do I?

Cassandra shuffles through the papers and pulls out a list with Guest and their friends' names on it. And then there's the underground gambling site. You dragged two of your buddies into that mess too.