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.131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYXzVYw1r6w
"I slept well."
Nemera tilted her head slightly.131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhRck5KoZaH
"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.131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIW7BQlmMRM
He touched shoulders. Adjusted collars. Whispered compliments too closely.
He never crossed a legal line.131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbVDfB9Cq73
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.131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUAQU1v7Gr0
"He makes me uncomfortable."
Nemera studied her face.
There was no fear.131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3buZcvBHgL
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.131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvCi1ldgv9y
She had created a fake anonymous student account and sent messages to herself.131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhTG4OXbl7U
She had written a confession note in Mr. Kwon's "style."
Nemera stared.
"You're fast," she said.
Mira smiled softly.131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS2b58AcNZb
"You taught me."
Nemera felt something strange.131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkBwnna0AZd
A ripple in her chest.
Excitement?131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPaK8GLgXLn
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.131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5TlvxHTMS0
Students protested.131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWmtUpZCHC2
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.131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEasdIyYSR8
"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.131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjJtgJhZgNZ
Fake testimonies from multiple "victims."131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFCokCn7F9j
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.131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWLlZorhutA
His house was vandalized.131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq6Hul8Z9Dn
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.131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEIsu8vRS3I
"You destroyed his entire life."
Mira tilted her head.
"Isn't that what he deserved?"
Nemera had no answer.
Days passed.
Mr. Kwon resigned.131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvqFIoDDphZ
He stopped appearing in public.131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTmHCGwQMnQ
Rumors said he was hospitalized.
Mira scrolled through comments.
"Monster."131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1OP4mIHJkN
"Predator."131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNL6LftFLJW
"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 Seo131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa3tHLRMZeb
Behavior Shift Detected131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt7c1ae7AU1
Emotional response to punishment: Positive131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4Bm6qOMM4K
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.131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB2m46ASOPB
Not sadness.131Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXpYj6gTHiK
Not guilt.
Joy.
Mira stepped closer.
"Who's next?"
Nemera didn't answer.
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