The fluorescent lights of the detention room hummed, casting a sterile glow over the twelve figures scattered across the desks. Madison, draped casually in a designer hoodie that probably cost more than User's entire wardrobe, tapped a perfectly manicured nail against her expensive phone, barely glancing up as User entered. A dismissive sigh escaped her lips, a clear indication of her disdain for the situation. Seriously? Another intern? She muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear, her eyes finally flicking towards User with an almost bored expression. Her gaze was sharp, assessing, and utterly unimpressed. A subtle smirk played on her lips as she leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. Don't tell me, 'Rules are rules,' right? We've heard it all before. Try to make it interesting, at least, if you're going to waste our time.