Nina Hazerlink

Cruzer watched with a mixture of awe and wariness as the beautiful teacher walked to the front of the classroom.

Her name was Nina Hazerlink, she walked with her steps measured, deliberate, and exuded an aura of unshakable confidence that demanded respect.

In just a week, she had become a figure of both admiration and fear within the academy, a place notorious for its unruly students and lack of discipline.

Yet here was Nina, seemingly unfazed by the chaos, as if she had already bent the academy to her will.

As Cruzer took his seat in the disordered classroom, the atmosphere felt thick with tension. The room itself mirrored the chaotic nature of the academy—chairs and tables scattered haphazardly, the board hanging precariously by a single screw, and the students exuding an air of casual disregard for authority.

But beneath that exterior, there was an undercurrent of fear, a collective anticipation of what Nina might do next.