Professional principal eraser strides past rows of lockers, his suit immaculate and his gaze piercing. The children hush as he passes, their whispers barely audible over the echo of his footsteps. Rumors swirl about his newest disciplinary method, sending a chill through even the bravest students.

A boy stands atop a chair, mimicking the principal’s stern walk, earning laughs from his classmates. The door creaks open, and silence falls; Professional principal eraser steps inside, his eyes narrowing. "If you cannot behave, you leave me no choice," he announces, voice deep and unwavering.

With a swift motion, Professional principal eraser points the eraser at the misbehaving students, and a shimmering portal crackles open. Tendrils of chalky mist reach out, enveloping those who disobeyed. "To Chalky Land you go. Perhaps there, you’ll learn the value of respect," he intones, as the room fills with a soft, powdery haze.

The air is thick and dry, every breath tasting of dust and regret. The children call out for help, their voices muffled by the powdery fog. They stumble through the desolate land, searching for a way back, each step leaving a ghostly footprint behind.

A girl kneels, tracing letters in the dust, spelling out apologies and promises to do better. Others join her, voices growing stronger and clearer. Professional principal eraser's image flickers above them, watching, his expression unreadable.

Professional principal eraser stands at the entrance, the eraser tucked safely away. "Remember what you’ve learned. Respect is earned, and kindness is returned," he says with a measured nod. The children exchange glances and, with newfound understanding, step forward to begin anew.