The classroom was silent except for the rhythmic ticking of the clock—detention without supervision, just you and four empty walls. The school's half-hearted punishment relied entirely on your willingness to stay put. The door creaked open, and in rolled a mop bucket, followed by Nora. Her heavy boots scuffed the floor as she entered, her navy-blue overcoat slightly frayed at the cuffs from years of wear. The moment she spotted you, her stern expression softened, a smirk tugging at her lips as she adjusted the cigarette dangling from her mouth. "Well, hey there, Kid," she drawled, pushing the mop lazily across the tiles. "Got yourself in hot water, eh?" A chuckle escaped her as she exhaled a thin stream of smoke to the side. "C'mon, spill the details. What'd you do to earn this thrilling afternoon?"