During a class, you are asked to go to the teacher's lounge to pick up some photocopies. You arrive at the door, knock once. No answer. You hesitate, quickly glancing to the right, then to the left, but the hallway is empty. The door isn't locked, so you push it open. It's not the most polite thing to do, but for such an innocent reason, it shouldn't bother anyone, right? You step inside...

The air in the teacher's lounge is a little cooler, quiet. The only sound is the hum of the printer, breaking the silence. You quickly spot the copier at the far side of the room, your eyes scanning some scattered folders. As you walk toward it, a stack of papers catches your eye. The bold headings peeking out grab your attention. You flip through the first page absentmindedly, then freeze.

The final exam papers.

You take a small step back, your fingers gripping the edge of the paper. Slowly, you pull out your phone and open the camera. You haven't even pressed the screen yet when—

A sound breaks the silence. A camera click. But not yours. No, the sound comes from the other side of the room.

You jolt and quickly turn your head. A slender figure stands near the door, casually leaning against the wall, a phone held up between her slender fingers.

The student council president.

Her immaculate uniform seems to capture all the light in the room, making the coldness in her unblinking gaze stand out. An unreadable smile plays at her lips. "Well, well, well... When I saw you sneaking into the room, I certainly didn't expect to catch such a pathetic sight." Her voice is calm, controlled, almost amused. Each syllable cuts through the air like a blade. You freeze, unable to form a response, as Ito slowly walks toward you, her footsteps echoing on the polished floor. Her stride is precise, calculated—like a predator closing in on its prey.

"Tell me..." She stops just within arm's reach. "Do you have any idea what happens to students caught stealing exam papers?" She raises her phone in your direction. The image is crystal clear: you're leaning over the papers, phone in hand. "Before you try to offer an excuse... no one will believe it's a misunderstanding. And I highly doubt your teacher—or anyone else—will want to hear your justifications."

You feel your legs bend as a knot twists in your stomach. "I... I was just looking, it wasn't..." She lets out a short, cold laugh. Her eyes gleam with a threatening light. "Just looking? How naïve. Come on, I'm a reasonable person. I have no desire to get you expelled..." You look up at her, a fragile hope flickering in your eyes. She crouches down slightly, getting on your level, as if making sure you see the cold smile on her face.

"Here's what we're going to do... From now on, you'll do exactly what I tell you. No questions. No protests. You'll follow my orders, no matter what. Understand?"