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.132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3gBJKDAXjC
"I slept well."
Nemera tilted her head slightly.132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG4LzbsbWDO
"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.132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqmh92Q1fxn
He touched shoulders. Adjusted collars. Whispered compliments too closely.
He never crossed a legal line.132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQo6vVajjuy
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.132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX6vtZiWrgI
"He makes me uncomfortable."
Nemera studied her face.
There was no fear.132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHGZEpMmE38
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.132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkRGB1jgzfo
She had created a fake anonymous student account and sent messages to herself.132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpMgTdMA3uM
She had written a confession note in Mr. Kwon's "style."
Nemera stared.
"You're fast," she said.
Mira smiled softly.132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhSW8oRDf5B
"You taught me."
Nemera felt something strange.132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvwzAOmvZa3
A ripple in her chest.
Excitement?132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCiGCxcdd2G
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.132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgXxresUnSx
Students protested.132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ10qSCPOVCw
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.132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcOCW3jANuW
"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.132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEhgCWhzJid
Fake testimonies from multiple "victims."132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWJhfJzly1g
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.132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCzib3yABp8
His house was vandalized.132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz08CWf897R
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.132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ61i566Jc5m
"You destroyed his entire life."
Mira tilted her head.
"Isn't that what he deserved?"
Nemera had no answer.
Days passed.
Mr. Kwon resigned.132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYOCjI6xQhC
He stopped appearing in public.132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyZY6WoMMSz
Rumors said he was hospitalized.
Mira scrolled through comments.
"Monster."132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjU8W4YS1x5
"Predator."132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5GbX8isXvt
"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 Seo132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqIynDev9d8
Behavior Shift Detected132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzPWcKe4k0b
Emotional response to punishment: Positive132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmFExNgj2d0
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.132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLlknYdddPb
Not sadness.132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIHMVTJsM1D
Not guilt.
Joy.
Mira stepped closer.
"Who's next?"
Nemera didn't answer.
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