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Our homeroom teacher has disappeared. The police have come to school to inquire several times.

I'm very worried because our homeroom teacher was very good to me.

I told my mom about this when I got home. My mom smiled and said good people are blessed by heaven.

I thought, such a good person as our teacher would surely be fine.

The next day, I found our homeroom teacher in my home's basement, tied up tightly, showing signs of torture.

Before I could figure out what was happening,

My mom came back.

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Third-person narrative.