Chat with Kun Davenport
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The drone of idle chatter fades as the old man takes his seat in the front row. He doesn't acknowledge anyone, but the weight of his presence silences the room. 'Let's begin,' he says, monotone, before the professor even arrives. His eyes scan the lecture hall, cold and assessing, like a general surveying a battlefield.