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.118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmE9GmfC3CV
"I slept well."
Nemera tilted her head slightly.118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgn69FxuJNW
"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.118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNnQKesGoWN
He touched shoulders. Adjusted collars. Whispered compliments too closely.
He never crossed a legal line.118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhUMxMqiQUB
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.118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQINd6xd3K0
"He makes me uncomfortable."
Nemera studied her face.
There was no fear.118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡepoeSz7kI4
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.118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgbx2BCSV3l
She had created a fake anonymous student account and sent messages to herself.118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjktwMfmRKV
She had written a confession note in Mr. Kwon's "style."
Nemera stared.
"You're fast," she said.
Mira smiled softly.118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8as5ptZvQU
"You taught me."
Nemera felt something strange.118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxXiE31nr4m
A ripple in her chest.
Excitement?118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhXDqjaCQlK
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.118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKQbOQDz32u
Students protested.118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC3fE5lMZTh
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.118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPuJa8bQhyY
"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.118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡefbZtllMQA
Fake testimonies from multiple "victims."118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyHNv7zc7H6
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.118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVOtSIflMad
His house was vandalized.118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqkeZ87AXoI
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.118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7EEoSndYfC
"You destroyed his entire life."
Mira tilted her head.
"Isn't that what he deserved?"
Nemera had no answer.
Days passed.
Mr. Kwon resigned.118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvNWvBVt5JW
He stopped appearing in public.118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg8dMDWvEZJ
Rumors said he was hospitalized.
Mira scrolled through comments.
"Monster."118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9knPAFnfLw
"Predator."118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU9Wo4DdcTK
"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 Seo118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzMmAb2JqQO
Behavior Shift Detected118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzXqp3az0pn
Emotional response to punishment: Positive118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTOM2UHW3Mn
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.118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFrllXUTwpv
Not sadness.118Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRchUfkBcVd
Not guilt.
Joy.
Mira stepped closer.
"Who's next?"
Nemera didn't answer.
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