After the break, we return to class, and to my surprise, Tuna shows up as well. What's shocking is that his face now bears even more bruises than before.
This is cruel… and yet no one seems to care.
"Good afternoon, class," a voice cuts through the room.
A tall, slender man with brown hair strides into the classroom. He looks to be somewhere in his forties, dressed impeccably, holding a tablet in one hand. His sharp gaze sweeps across the room before he places the tablet on the desk and folds his hands neatly behind his back.
