Sheldon Caldwell slowly walked over to the group of students brought before him by the dorm supervisors. His icy eyes swept over them before he spoke in a slow, deliberate tone. "Not bad. You're all quite capable, thinking you could get away with slacking off. You've certainly got brains, it's just a shame you don't use them for anything worthwhile."
"On the battlefield, behavior like this would make you a deserter. I'm sure you're thinking this is just military training, not a real battle. And you wouldn't be wrong. Your only mistake was running into me."
"I know you've all been calling me 'The Devil Instructor' behind my back. Frankly, I'm not a fan of the nickname. Have you ever seen a devil this handsome? You really didn't put much thought into it, did you? I'm no devil. At most, I'm the King of Hell!"
