Kael POV
I sat across from Mrs. Henderson, watching as she flipped through what I assumed was my academic file, her expression growing increasingly grim with each page she turned. The fluorescent light above us flickered intermittently, casting harsh shadows across her face.
After what felt like an eternity, she sighed deeply, removed her wire-rimmed glasses, and looked up at me with the kind of expression usually reserved for terminal patients.
"I'm going to be straightforward with you, Mr. Winters," she began, her voice carrying the weight of someone who'd had this conversation too many times before. "Your academic record is bad."
I kept my expression neutral, though internally I wasn't surprised. Balancing undercover work with maintaining a student facade had never been easy, and my grades had suffered accordingly.
"Your GPA is currently sitting at 1.7," she continued, consulting her notes.
