Excitement, greed, and even a kind of expectation—hoping the other wouldn't be late to class.
The entire eerie classroom was silent for about three minutes, then the black-robed tutor, with a hint of suppressed excitement, said, "Alright, class, let's begin."
He swayed his wide sleeves, and the classroom door swiftly sealed shut.
As soon as he finished speaking, a frantic, somewhat fearful voice came from the classroom door.
"Sorry teacher, I'm late. May I please come in?"
A strange smile appeared on the indistinct features beneath the black-robed tutor's hood, "Of course, my dear student."
He extended his hand, revealing a puffy palm covered with disgusting slime, and waved lightly towards the classroom door, which roared open, revealing a student dressed in a black robe.
When the classroom door opened, the late student seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, bowing and thanking, "Thank you, teacher."
"No problem, no problem..."
