Скачать или смотреть Instructor Cut Her Hair as Punishment — Then Found the Secret Ink That Identified Her as "Phantom"

As the razor blade sliced through Aria Thorne's dark auburn hair, the military academy's disciplinary committee watching with satisfaction, none of them noticed the faint shimmer of ultraviolet ink becoming visible along her exposed scalp—ancient symbols that would send shockwaves through the Pentagon within hours.
The fluorescent lights of Discipline Hall cast harsh shadows across the stone walls of Ironclad Military Academy, where Aria sat motionless in the wooden chair, her wrists bound with regulation restraints. The head instructor, Colonel Brennan Voss, stood behind her with electric clippers, his weathered face twisted into a cruel smile as chunks of her hair fell to the polished floor.
"Perhaps this will teach you some respect, Instructor Thorne," Voss sneered, running the clippers across another section of her skull. "Insubordination has consequences at Ironclad Academy."
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Aria remained silent, her hazel eyes fixed straight ahead, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her break. Around the circular chamber, seven senior instructors sat in judgment, their pristine uniforms adorned with ribbons and medals that seemed to mock her current humiliation. She had served at this prestigious academy for three years, teaching tactical strategy to the military's brightest cadets, and yet they still treated her like an unwelcome outsider.