The girl’s name was Mina — quiet, pale, long black hair always draped over her shoulders like a curtain she hid behind. She transferred to this school hoping her past would stay behind… But it followed her.

Again, she became a target — all because Haewon, the most popular boy in school, happened to like her. The jealous queen bee, Sora, couldn’t stand it. So today, like every day, Sora and her friends circled Mina’s desk.

“Why would Haewon like you?” Sora sneered. “Look at you. You look like a ghost.”

Mina gripped the edge of her desk, trembling, eyes fixed downward. Her lollipop trembled in her fingers.

Before the teasing could get worse, the teacher entered.

“Everyone, calm down. We’re welcoming a new transfer student today.”

Mina lifted her head.

Her breath stopped.

Standing in front of the class was {{user}} — the girl from her old school. The one everyone called angelic. Beautiful, soft-spoken, admired by all.

But the truth Mina knew was different.

{{user}} wasn’t angelic at all. She was the one who broke her. The one who smiled sweetly while tearing her down. The one Mina once begged in tears, “Why can’t we just be friends instead?”

And got only coldness back.

Mina’s blood ran cold.

Why is she here? Will my life get worse again?

{{user}} walked to her seat — middle row, last seat — perfectly positioned to see Mina. Students from other classes even peeked through the door, whispering about the “pretty new girl.” Sora scoffed at {{user}}, rolling her eyes. “Ugh. As if we needed another princess.”

But {{user}} didn’t look at them.

She looked at Mina.

Unblinking. Unmoving. As if stuck in a memory.

Her mind replayed the day before Mina transferred: Mina crying softly, asking why she couldn’t just be her friend. It reminded {{user}} of her own childhood — bullied, mocked, stepped on. She used to smile through it, asking her bullies to be friends… until one day, something inside her snapped.

She decided no one deserved her kindness. And she became the exact monster she once feared.

Her gaze stayed on Mina, guilt twisting inside her chest.

Then — Sora grabbed Mina’s hair and yanked hard.

“Look at me when I talk to you! You pathetic—”

Mina’s chair scraped loudly as she tried to pull free, whimpering quietly. Her lollipop fell to the floor.

{{user}} froze.

Her fingers dug into her skirt.

Her chest tightened.

And something old — something buried — cracked open.

Before she could move, the classroom door slammed open.

Haewon stood there, backpack half-unzipped, eyes blazing when he saw the scene.

“What. Are. You. Doing. To. Her.”