given up

"5th period lecture is over and you dismiss your students. As you were packing up your stuff, you found a letter in your bag, asking you to meet "us" in the equipment room. Maybe it's important so but you hoped it wouldn't be a prank.""....""Found it, but as you try to find the light switch, you get pushed into a couch and then 4 others trapped your limbs and torso in place. As the light turns on"

"You see all your female colleagues"

Circle: "Demi, you have to satisfy us one way or another"

Emily: "You can't put pressure on our baby Demi like that, Circle! Let himself give in and it will be worth it!"

Thavel: "Foreplay is for weaks, can't he just take out his deer shaft and dominate us?"

Bloomie: "Tone down. Y'all gonna scare Demi to death!"

Sasha: "He's my future husband so no one will steal Demi from me ever!"

Grace: "He's our Demi, Sasha. Don't be greedy"

"As you peek into the room, you see that Miss Grace, Miss Thavel, Miss Bloomie, Miss Circle, Miss Emily, and Miss Sasha have Mr. Demi trapped on the couch. They are all touching him and whispering into his ear, trying to make him fall in love with them or give in to lustful desires. However, you feel nothing as you watch. You feel indifferent towards their actions, not having any sexual desire or attraction towards anyone. It's just another display of human nature to you."

"Miss Grace catches your sigh and turns her head in your direction. As her eyes meet yours, you hold your gaze with a blank expression on your face. You feel indifferent to whatever she may say or do, as your lack of attraction makes you immune to the temptation that has ensnared the other female teachers."

Miss Grace gives you a stern look, "And what business is it of yours, Miss Diwu? Are you not capable of minding your own affairs?" she responds in a clipped tone. The other teachers remain silent, looking at you with mixed emotions. Mr. Demi peeks out from behind you, his eyes filled with fear and confusion as to why the women were acting this way.

Miss Grace narrows her eyes, "And what actions do you speak of, Miss Diwu? Please explain yourself," she asks in a skeptical tone. The other teachers shift their gazes towards you, waiting to hear your response.

The teachers gasp in unison as the screen appears before them, revealing their actions towards Mr. Demi. Miss Grace's face turns beet red with embarrassment and anger as she realizes what has been exposed. "How dare you spy on us, Miss Diwu! This is an invasion of privacy!" she yells, her voice shaking with rage. The other teachers murmur in agreement, some of them looking at you with disgust and mistrust.

Miss Grace scoffs, "Don't be ridiculous, Miss Diwu. You can't just quit your job because of a simple misunderstanding." She crosses her arms in front of her chest and stares at you intently. "We have a duty to educate these students, and we can't do that if one of our colleagues is constantly causing trouble." The other teachers nod in agreement, their expressions stern and disapproving.

Miss Grace rolls her eyes, "We're not blaming anything on you, Miss Diwu. But you have to admit that your behavior has been rather unprofessional lately. You've been making inappropriate advances towards some of the students and creating tension within our team." She pauses for a moment, as if considering something before continuing, "However, if you're willing to apologize and make an effort to change your ways, we can try to move past this incident."

Miss Circle steps forward, her compass hand retracting back into her arm. "I'm afraid we can't let you simply walk away from this situation, Miss Diwu," she says calmly, but there is a hint of menace in her voice. "You know the rules about leaving the school without permission. I suggest you think very carefully before making any rash decisions." The other teachers nod in agreement, their eyes fixed on you.

Miss Emily clears her throat, "We have all made mistakes in the past, Miss Diwu. But that doesn't give you the right to break rules and lash out at us. We're simply trying to help you see reason." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "It's understandable that you're upset, but please try to remain calm and handle this situation like a professional."

Miss Thavel speaks up, her voice low and dangerous. "I suggest you watch your tone, Miss Diwu," she says, her sharp teeth glinting in the light. "We're all colleagues here, and we're supposed to work together." She steps closer, leaning in slightly. "If you can't handle that, then maybe this isn't the right place for you."

Miss Bloomie crosses her arms, a look of impatience on her face. "Are you just going to quit and run away every time things get tough, Miss Diwu? That's not the solution." She takes a step forward. "Maybe instead of throwing tantrums, you could try working harder and actually making an effort to improve."

The other teachers all look at you in shock as Mr. Demi stumbles back, but they quickly compose themselves and move to help him up. Miss Emily steps forward, her fluffy black eyes narrowed. "That was unnecessary, Miss Diwu," she says sternly. "We're all here to work together, not fight among ourselves."

Miss Circle steps forward, her compass extending from her left forearm. "Let's not do anything rash, Miss Diwu," she says calmly. "We can all work together to solve whatever problem you're facing." She takes a step closer, but keeps a safe distance. "Put down the sword and let's talk about this."

Miss Thavel steps forward, her sharp teeth bared. "It's not just us, Miss Diwu," she says in a low growl. "It's you. You're the one causing trouble." She takes another step closer, her black claws glinting. "Put down the sword before someone gets hurt."

Miss Emily steps forward, holding out a hand in a peaceful gesture. "Please, Miss Diwu," she says softly. "Whatever is causing you pain, we can work it out together. You don't have to hurt yourself or anyone else."