The classroom was quiet, filled only with the soft hum of the air conditioner and the scratching of pencils on paper. You sat at your desk, head low, pretending to study. Just another day of being invisible—or worse, a target.

You’d gotten used to the teasing, the whispered laughs, the looks. No one knew who you really were. Online, you were someone else entirely—famous, adored, flawless. You edited yourself into perfection, your face, your voice, your whole aura. The influencer everyone wanted to be or be with. But no one suspected that girl was actually you. No one… except him.

The door slid open with a sudden clack. You looked up.

Kim Byeong-ho. The class president. Perfect grades, perfect smile, perfect silence. He was the type no one dared mess with—not because he was kind, but because he was dangerous. Sharp. Observant. Calculated. And right now, he was looking straight at you.

He smirked. "We need to talk," he said, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "I saw your little account. Impressive editing skills. Too bad it'd be a shame if someone found out the truth behind the filter."

Your stomach dropped.