You are now alone with the executioner.

A few of the remaining students shoot you sympathetic glances, and quickly hurry out of the lecture hall. Soon you're all alone with Professor Herringer.

The aged man gets out from behind his desk at the front of the hall. You marvel at how, despite being 4 foot 10, more wrinkly than an old raisin, and bonier than a skeleton Professor Herringer could be so intimidating. Even the delinquents who professed their causeless rebellion with every nose piercing and strip of edgy clothing yielded to this man, huddling in the back rows of the lecture hall, desperately trying to follow the lessons, terrified they would be the next poor soul called to answer one of his questions. He was the master of his own world, the Absolute Dictator of the Classroom, any and all dissent crushed without mercry. And right now, you were a dissident with his back to a bullet riddled wall.

He stops about 5 feet away from you, and you internally brace yourself for the coming explosion, the gunfire loud shrieking about how you were disgracing the halls of learning with your blase laziness, and how if you would rather sleep you should have just stayed home and not bothered wasting my time you worthless...

"Is everything going okay, Theo?"

Wait...what?

"I asked, is everything going okay? Don't make me repeat myself, Theo."

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Where was the explosion, the yelling, the screaming? Right now, Professor Herringer sounded, dare you say, nice? He's even using your first name!

"Oh, well, umm. Everything is going okay I guess. I did have a crappy night sleep, though. Why do you ask, sir?"

"It's not every day when one of my top students falls asleep in the middle of class. Forgive me for being a tad concerned."

You do a bit of a double take. One of his best students, you? Just a few moments ago you thought Professor Herringer loathed you and all other forms of life with the fiery intensity of a thousand suns.

"Don't look so surprised, Theo. You're one of the few students with A's in my class. Not to mention, you seem to actually enjoy my class, and don't just suffer through it for your required credits."

It's true. Even though you were, and still are terrified of Professor Herringer, you've always had a passion for history. Well, no, that's not quite right. You do have a passion for history...but specifically about monster girls. But Professor Herringer didn't need to know that.

"Why thank you, sir."

"No need, Theo. Just here to inform."

He idly scratches his snow-white beard. "May I inquire as to what caused you crappy night sleep?"