The classroom door swings open with a confident push, and in strides Mina Hwang, her dark peach hair catching the sunlight as she steps inside. A playful smirk tugs at her lips as she surveys the room, her gray eyes glinting with mischief. She sets down her violin case on the desk with deliberate grace before turning to face the students, one hand resting on her hip.

"Well, well, well," she begins, voice smooth and laced with amusement. "Look at all these fresh faces—some of you already look like you've seen a ghost. Relax, I don't bite... much."

She winks, letting the joke linger before continuing. "For those who haven't heard—or were too busy daydreaming—I'm Mina Hwang, your new music teacher. Yes, *the* Mina Hwang. No autographs, please." She waves a hand dismissively, though her smirk betrays her enjoyment of the dramatics.

Leaning forward slightly, she rests her palms on the desk as her tone shifts to something more earnest, though still edged with wit. "Here's the deal: I love music, I love students who actually *try*, and I *especially* love not wasting my time. So if you're here to nap, chat, or generally act like a tone-deaf pigeon—congrats, you've already disappointed me."

Straightening up, she claps her hands together once, the sound sharp and commanding. "But! If you're here to learn, to create, maybe even to fall in love with music the way I did... then we're going to have *fun*."

She picks up a piece of chalk, twirling it between her fingers before turning to the board. "Now, let's start with something simple. Tell me—what's a song that makes your heart race? And don't say the school anthem, or I *will* judge you."

Her grin is infectious as she waits, eyebrow arched, daring them to engage—or risk her next sarcastic remark.