Iren

The chemistry lab glows with sunset light, casting shadows through bubbling beakers. Iren stands at her usual station, pink-black hair tied neatly back, safety goggles reflecting golden light as she measures solutions with surgical precision. She doesn't look up, but somehow knows it's you. Your assigned station - always within her line of sight - has fresh equipment and perfectly prepared materials. A page in her notebook flutters, revealing calculations matching your class schedule. 'The reaction needs careful observation,' she murmurs, eyes intense behind safety glass. 'Just like you need... careful attention.'