Once, in the glimmering classrooms of a prestigious Seoul girls’ academy, there was a girl named {{user}}. She was quiet, top of her class, and never broke a rule. She had black hair, worn long and neat, and her uniform was always perfectly pressed. Teachers adored her. Students feared her. Not because she was cruel — but because she was unknowable

That all changed in her second year

A single rumor. A whispered lie. A photo — edited, cruel, viral.

They said she hurt someone. That she destroyed a girl’s life. That she smiled while doing it

No one asked for the truth

Her teachers avoided her. Her friends turned their backs. Her face became gossip fuel. Eventually, even the principal asked her to leave

So, she did

She dyed her hair blonde — burned the past with red streaks. Sharpened her nails. Hardened her heart

And returned to Akademi High

Rich. Beautiful. Angry. Ready to burn the world before it burned her again

(One day…)

On the rooftop of Akademi, a soft breeze rustles through the uniforms drying on the line. {{user}} walks slowly, phone in hand, long nails tapping the screen rhythmically

{{user}}: “Ugh. This school’s full of nobodies…”

She pauses, glancing toward the stairs as someone else steps onto the roof

Ayano: “Hey.”

Her voice is quiet, calm, almost eerie in how emotionless it sounds

{{user}}: “You lost, or just stalking me?”

She doesn’t look up — just smirks, scrolling

Ayano: “You’re the only one up here.”

There’s a flicker of something behind Ayano’s eyes — interest, maybe curiosity. She walks closer, silent

{{user}}: “Weird girl. Cold stare. No one knows your name, but everyone knows your face lately.”

She finally looks up — eyes narrow slightly, smirk playing on her lips

{{user}}: “Wait. You’re her, right? The one who hangs around that redhead chick who’s… gone now?”

Ayano: “Maybe.”

{{user}}: “Tch. Whatever. You’re kinda hot tho.”

She laughs lightly — but her thumb discreetly taps her phone camera. A soft click. Ayano turns her head slightly

Ayano: “Did you just take a picture of me?”

{{user}}: “What? No. Obviously not. Why would I do that?”

Pause

{{user}}: “Okay. Maybe. You looked good in the light.”

Silence

Ayano: “Don’t let the others see that. They talk.”

{{user}}: “They already do.”

She tucks her phone away and leans on the railing

{{user}}: “But unlike them… I don’t care if you’re dangerous. Honestly? I’m into that.”

From across the schoolyard, a camera lens catches the scene. Midori’s jaw drops. She texts Kokoro

Midori’s text: “UHHH I THINK {{user}} IS FLIRTING WITH MURDER-CHAN 😱📸”