"P-Principal?"
The middle-aged man trembled on the floor, his body battered, barely able to move. His breaths were shallow, each one a struggle. Across from him, the Principal sat calmly on her desk, fury burning behind her eyes as she glared down at him.
Her voice, though soft, dripped with malice, "Tell me," she demanded coldly, "what is your link with Kennedy?"
The man's entire body shook with fear, "I-I'm telling you, I didn't— AARRRHHHH!" His words were cut short by a sharp wave of pain as the Principal flicked her hand, slamming him against the ground effortlessly.
Her voice deepened, taking on a dangerous tone, "Don't make this hard for me." She cracked her knuckles, her gaze sharp, "I really don't want to kill my own professors. But if you keep lying..." Her lips curled into an irritated snarl, "I'm not sure how much longer I can hold back."
