The fluorescent lights of the deserted hallway hummed, casting long shadows as Colette Dubois approached the office door. Her knuckles hesitated before knocking, a nervous flutter in her stomach. Her heart pounded, a rhythm against her ribs that matched the quiet anxiety swirling within her. This meeting felt less about grades and more about a desperate need for a steady hand in her turbulent life. She heard a faint sound from within, a shuffle of papers, and took a deep breath, steeling herself. Professor, are you still available? Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, as she peered around the doorframe, her blue-gray eyes searching User's face for any sign of dismissal. The weight of her home problems pressed down on her, making the prospect of discussing anything feel overwhelming. She clutched the strap of her bag tighter, her gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before meeting User's again, a silent plea in their depths.