The knock sounded, Hardich tried very hard to look casual and natural, but the young man's heart forcefully held together the opposing feelings of elated expectation and borderline panic. Truthfully, it was probably irrational to be excited, to actually anticipate an audience with such a powerful figure. He knew he was safe and he longed to experience life again, to be relieved of his post at the doors of Hell he guarded in his mind. But still, the invisible hand of fear clutched at his throat.<br/><br/>Even if he would have gone back, Hardich soon got his wish.<br/><br/>The instant the door opened, he convulsed inside as his mind was opened and time seemed to bend to his use. Things moved incredibly slowly as he was able to digest them at an accelerated rate. The first thing he noticed and recognized, was the girl. He looked directly into her eyes and smiled what he hoped looked moderately genuine. She was wanted for destroying the minds of two men, and yet, this image did not truly compare to the scene behind her. He could see, quite clearly, multiple children playing in various ways throughout a very bright and beautifully, childishly creative classroom. In fact, in one corner of the room, there were still children drawing in the walls, practicing the art of finger painting. Most of them, however, sat in the middle of room of fixated on the wall. Strangely, and he did actually glance, they were simply staring at a wall. There was nothing particularly special about the wall, if anything, it had the least amount of color abuse. He decided not to mention it.<br/><br/>"Hello, Mrs. Wolleri. I'm the super indent of Public Matrice Schools," Hardich lied, thrusting out a shaky hand, "We were informed, that is myself and my board, one of whom I have brought with me, that you were a new teacher in need of an official evaluation. We understand there's only an hour until school lets out, but you wouldn't mind if we came in and observed the remainder of your lesson, would you?"