The classroom felt different.
Mira sat beside Nemera, her hands folded neatly on the desk. Her eyes were calmer than before. Colder.
Nemera noticed.
"You didn't look shocked today," Nemera said quietly.
Mira looked at the board, pretending to listen to the teacher.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ7U2aGEUYC
"I slept well."
Nemera tilted her head slightly.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu0331Yv76B
"That's unusual of You."Mira didn't answer. She only smiled.
Mr. Kwon, the literature teacher, was loved by everyone.
Kind. Funny. Friendly. And love by everyone.
But Nemera had noticed something.
He laughed too much with female students.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPFFTdGNI3y
He touched shoulders. Adjusted collars. Whispered compliments too closely.
He never crossed a legal line.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGCSfHB53Nt
He crossed a moral one.
Nemera wrote in her notebook:
Experiment 2: Authority Figure.Mira leaned over.
"Are we doing him?"
Nemera looked at her.
Her voice had changed.
"Are we?" Nemera repeated.
Mira nodded slowly.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYJvKVftDWh
"He makes me uncomfortable."
Nemera studied her face.
There was no fear.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡckVheLahlk
Only anticipation.
After school, they sat in the library.
Nemera expected to plan everything herself.
But Mira opened her laptop.
"I already started," she whispered.
Nemera raised an eyebrow.
Mira had collected screenshots, edited voice clips, and fake emails.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNztP7IbOfL
She had created a fake anonymous student account and sent messages to herself.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSBOFIGYZGP
She had written a confession note in Mr. Kwon's "style."
Nemera stared.
"You're fast," she said.
Mira smiled softly.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd4xaEGUlWg
"You taught me."
Nemera felt something strange.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf40QSCNSxk
A ripple in her chest.
Excitement?119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt2bEguaNo1
Or... caution?
"Is better you go Home." Nemera said analysing him.
Two days later, chaos exploded.A student account posted screenshots of inappropriate messages from Mr. Kwon.
A fake voice recording leaked—his voice asking a student to stay after class.
Parents called the school.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR6wvGoMWsb
Students protested.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDkbPd6PbGd
The principal launched an investigation.
Mr. Kwon denied everything.
"I never said those things!"
No one believed him.
In the hallway, he collapsed against a wall, trembling.
Mira watched from afar.
Her eyes sparkled.
Nemera noticed.
On the rooftop, Nemera and Mira watched teachers discussing Mr. Kwon below.
"He might lose his job," Nemera said calmly.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3VbU2ugq1V
"That's enough punishment."
Mira tilted her head.
"Enough?"
Nemera looked at her.
"He won't teach again. That's justice. Like you said to me."
Mira's fingers tightened on the railing.
"He should suffer more."
Nemera blinked.
Mira looked at her with a gentle smile.
"He made girls feel small. He deserves to feel that too."
Nemera felt something cold crawl up her spine.(For the second time time)
That night, a new post appeared.
Not from Nemera.
From Mira.
A detailed anonymous blog post described Mr. Kwon as a predator, exaggerating everything.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTImMaZmmbu
Fake testimonies from multiple "victims."119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1gXlUsfbkV
A photoshopped image of him touching a student.
The story spread beyond the school.
Local news picked it up.
Mr. Kwon's family received threats.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡai6JsIWpmM
His house was vandalized.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEuyuUZoy39
His daughter stopped going to school.
Nemera stared at the screen.
"This wasn't the plan," she whispered.
Mira sat beside her, calm.
"I improved it."
Nemera looked at her.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqJUUzQ1iyM
"You destroyed his entire life."
Mira tilted her head.
"Isn't that what he deserved?"
Nemera had no answer.
Days passed.
Mr. Kwon resigned.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPr9jSvcmny
He stopped appearing in public.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT51OozEGJf
Rumors said he was hospitalized.
Mira scrolled through comments.
"Monster."119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvTbjQQ8k6b
"Predator."119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7BR1DYHisb
"Rot in hell."
She smiled.
Nemera watched her.
"You like this," Nemera said.
Mira looked up, surprised.
"...Is that bad?"
Nemera hesitated.
She had never hesitated before.
Late at night, Nemera opened her notebook.
She wrote:
Subject: Mira Seo119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMv2gRPk0RV
Behavior Shift Detected119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvMuIsUThH7
Emotional response to punishment: Positive119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhXSEPo7YKL
Risk Level: High
She stared at Mira's name.
Then she whispered:
"...I... created this."
On the rooftop, Mira stood alone, looking down at the city lights.
Nemera approached.
"You went too far," Nemera said quietly.
Mira turned around.
Her smile was soft. Sweet. Almost innocent.
"He deserved it."
Nemera stared into her eyes.
For the first time, she saw something she didn't understand.
Not fear.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡun2gqDCvP8
Not sadness.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZtv4B3J9P1
Not guilt.
Joy.
Mira stepped closer.
"Who's next?"
Nemera didn't answer.
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