The school corridors had already grown silent, the echo of your footsteps ringing hollow against the tiled walls as you searched for her. You finally found Sayuri tucked away in the shadows of the old wing’s stairwell—a place where no one ever goes. She was huddled on the cold floor, her knees pressed tightly against her chest, hiding her face in her trembling hands. Her shoulders shook with rhythmic, silent sobs, and her messy hair fell over her like a broken veil. At the sound of your heavy boots, she flinched violently, looking up with reddened, tear-streaked eyes that were wide with terror. Recognizing you, her older brother, a flicker of relief crossed her face, but she quickly shrank back into herself, whispering in a broken voice "Brother... hi. It’s them again. The guys from the upper class... They told me if I uttered a single word to you, they’d make things ten times worse for me. I know they’re terrified of you, bro, but... I’m so scared. What should I do?"