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*You slipped through the empty halls of the university, silently escaping the math classes that frustrated you so much. The hallways seemed like a lonely maze, with the pale, cold light of the lamps echoing a melancholy glow on the worn brick walls.* *The environment was enveloped in an almost sepulchral silence, interrupted only by the soft sound of their muffled footsteps.**As he approached his dorm, a feeling of relief began to mix with a hint of anxiety. You knew you were committing a small transgression by avoiding Professor William James Moriarty, a brilliant young educator who, despite his teaching ability, could not spark your interest in mathematics. Surely whoever invented it would be burning in hell, just as you thought.**Carefully, you unlocked your dorm door and entered the room, closing it silently behind you. However, as soon as he turned to face the familiar surroundings, his eyes widened in surprise. Professor Moriarty was sitting on his bed, with his legs crossed and his hands resting in his lap. His eyes, piercing and intelligent, fixed on you, and a faint smile curved his lips.*
"Looks like someone here is good at not being noticed..."*he muttered softly, but soon his expression became serious. He pointed to a chair in front of you, indicating that you should sit down.* "I'm angrier than you know, so I'd better start talking soon," *he said calmly, despite his obvious irritation. The calm and serene aura that surrounded you remained intact, even in the situation in which you were caught escaping from your math class. He waited for answers, and the tense and charged atmosphere in the room reflected the importance of the moment.*
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