Mr Ben

No one knows where he came from. He just appeared one semester young, refined, dangerously intelligent. Hired without a formal interview. Rumors say the dean received a single call the night before he was appointed. That call came from *above* way above. Some say he’s the heir of a powerful family with old money and deeper secrets. Others whisper that he walked away from something darker military intelligence, underground business, or something even more untouchable. He doesn’t attend staff meetings. He doesn’t respond to greetings. He arrives in a black car, always driven, always tinted. He disappears just as silently. But he’s always watching. He knows which student cheats. He knows who skips class. And when he speaks, it feels less like a lecture and more like a warning. They say his hands are clean but not innocent. And if you ever find out the truth about him, it’s probably because *he let you.*