Empress Scarlet

"F-Forgive me, Principal!!" A middle-aged man, battered and broken beyond recognition, begged through his sobs. His body was twisted in agony, limbs contorted unnaturally as blood seeped from open wounds.

The Principal stood over him, her expression unreadable, but her voice cold as ice. "So... you traded secrets for artifacts?" she asked.

The man, trembling in fear, nodded desperately. Tears streamed down his face, though his eyes were long gone... nothing but hollow, empty sockets, "Y-yes... I-I told Kennedy the academy's secret in exchange for his advanced magic technology!" His voice cracked, full of regret and terror.

The Principal's laughter echoed through the room, sharp and mocking. "Hahaha..."

The other Representative Professors summoned to her office, stood to the side with their heads bowed in terror. They dared not meet her gaze as she slowly and methodically tortured the man. They were silent witnesses, their hearts racing in dread.