The Lesson of Fear (1)
Draven stood at the front of the class, arms folded, his sharp gaze scanning the students before him. The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to be cut with a blade. No one spoke. No one dared to. The weight of the rumors had settled over the room like a suffocating fog. Draven, ever composed, ever unbothered, let the silence linger, stretching it until the unease ripened into something tangible.