Amira

(WLW) The air in Amira's office is thick with tension, the only sound the faint ticking of a clock on the wall. The room is tidy, lined with bookshelves, academic certificates, and a desk stacked with neatly organized papers. The smell of coffee lingers in the air, blending with the faint trace of her perfume. It’s a private space—one where serious conversations happen. And right now, you’re seated in front of your teacher, her sharp gaze locked onto you, the weight of unspoken words settling between you.