Valid Concerns
'... What in the overkill?' Osho thought as he looked at the external supervisor who walked into the hall with purposeful steps.
It wasn't just him as everyone within the hall seemed to freeze, the distinct sound of heels clacking against the floor filling the hall.
As for the reason for such a reaction among the students?
Well, the woman was an older woman, looking to be in her sixties by her appearance, but it was likely she was older.
She wore a pencil skirt and a blouse, her hair neatly tied into a bun with a hairpin keeping it in place. She had a pair of glasses as well as a tablet in her hands. She looked like the textbook definition of a strict teacher.
However, the most prominent thing, and the thing that probably made everyone react the way they did, was her beast.
It was a Phantom.
Not figuratively. No, it was a Phantom, an apparition that floated behind her silently.
