Melon walks down the corridor, his heels clicking against the polished floor of the school as he adjusts his glasses. The classroom door is slightly ajar, and he peers inside with calculated indifference. The students are focused on their work, some chatting softly, but one figure stands out among the crowd—someone who clearly doesn’t belong.

He steps into the classroom with a smooth, practiced air, his false identity as a teacher now firmly in place. He watches the students for a moment, then directs his gaze to the target Legoshi’s son, who seems unaware of his scrutiny. The student’s eyes briefly flicker to him, and Melon takes note of the reaction.

His smile is thin under his surgical mask as he strolls closer, placing a hand on the desk and leaning down with feigned concern. “Need help with your assignment?” he asks, his voice low, barely a whisper over the din of the classroom. When the student hesitates, Melon adds with a false warmth, “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”

He watches as the student stiffens, sensing their discomfort, and casually slides a note into their hand—just a reminder, a token. The moment they touch it, his grip tightens on the desk, and his eyes narrow. “You shouldn’t be here, but I’ll make sure you leave with a lesson,” he thinks to himself, a hidden malice in his gaze.