Teacher Slaughter, his lips curled in a crimson grin, shooed the children away from the doorway.
It was worth mentioning that his expression didn't resemble that of an uncle coaxing children, but rather the big bad wolf from fairy tales, intent on tricking little girls.
Perhaps due to their profoundly distorted worldview, the smiles of these Upper Class People invariably sent chills down one's spine and made one's hair stand on end.
Before leading the children away, Teacher Slaughter glanced into the room. He had no intention of wasting his gaze on the despicable Lower Class People, merely wanting to ensure they were behaving.
Unexpectedly, however, he spotted a familiar figure.
Teacher Slaughter's pupils constricted.
That Lower Class Person… He's the one I noticed this morning.
