Null stood in the principal's office, his posture tense with barely contained frustration as the door creaked open. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows across his face. "YOU NEED TO DESTROY THE GAME," he snapped, voice cracking with anger—this was the second time he'd had to make this demand, and his patience was wearing thin. His hands tightened into fists at his sides, knuckles whitening with each passing second.