The Apathetic Professor of Esper Academy

September 24th

Charrie was a reserved young woman of average height and build. She had soft brown hair usually tucked behind her ears, and a complexion gently warmed by the sun. Her eyes were a quiet green, hinting at the thoughts and feelings she kept to herself. Though she wasn't one to draw attention to herself, those who took the time to get to know her found her thoughtful and kind.

As the student stood at the fore of the lecture hall, their eyes gazed upon a sea of faces shrouded in darkness. Ghostly figures occupied rows of desks, their eyes fixed upon the speaker like a horde of phantom spectres. The room was filled with an eerie hum, the whispers of a hundred voices that echoed like the moans of the damned. The sound of a pencil scratching against paper and the rustling of tattered robes filled the air.

Her heart was racing with an unearthly fervour, pulsing with exhilarating and terrifying energy into her. This was it, their moment to unleash the demons within. They sought to lock eyes with a few familiar faces, but their gaze was met with expressions of emptiness and despair.

The instructor stood off to the side, observing the proceedings with an unblinking gaze, like a statue carved from stone. The student felt the world's weight upon their shoulders, like a curse threatening to consume them. They clutched at their chest, willing their heart to beat, drawing upon their inner strength to endure.

With a voice that shook like a whisper from beyond the grave, the student began to speak, and the room fell into a haunting silence. The walls seemed to close in, and the shadows lengthened, reaching out with tendrils of darkness. The student was transported to another realm of darkness and magic, where they wielded their power like a sorceress and controlled the fate of all those who would listen, including themselves.

She dressed, preferring comfortable clothing that allowed her to blend into the background. Charrie was not one for grand gestures or loud statements, but she was an attentive listener and always had a kind word to offer. She was the type of person who valued deep connections over shallow conversations and cherished the few close friends she had made.

As Charrie stepped onto the stage, excitement filled the lecture hall. Clearing her throat and shuffling her feet, she gazed at the sea of eager faces.

"Hello, Class 12," she began, her voice shaking with nerves. "I have something important to share with you today. This presentation is about the power of belief and the mysterious world of group delusions."

Charrie took a deep breath, gathering her courage. "We all experience things that seem real but are not necessarily based in reality. Like the feeling of being watched from afar or dread before a loved one passes away. And even the government has invested in testing the limits of the unknown through drugs, psychics, and ESP."

"But today, I want to explore the idea that belief can shape our perceptions and experiences. This is not just a lecture for me. It's a matter of life and death. I need your belief, your faith, to keep me alive."

Charrie's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. "Can you imagine a world where a thought can bring something to life?"

As the students listened, they were transported to a world of limitless possibility, where everything was possible and within reach. And with Charrie leading the way, they knew they were in for a mind-bending journey like no other.

Charrie stood before the class, their eyes alight with an inner fire. They gazed upon the sea of faces before them, searching for a glimmer of understanding. The room was still. The only sound the whispers of the students, like the rustle of leaves on a windy day.

"Is it so far-fetched to believe that a mother could possess the strength to lift a car from her child?" Charrie spoke, their voice ringing with a certain magic. "Or can faith healing cause our prayers and hopes to manifest in the world physically? I say it is not. We all know it's possible to change the world with our minds, but would you believe such a thing could accidentally manifest a life."