The next day—
As he walked toward the school, a faint smile rested on his lips.
"I wonder… what kind of excitement I should create later," Akira murmured softly.
But behind that smile…
It was Lucerion.
The moment he stepped inside the classroom—
The five students who had tortured him to death the day before froze.
Their eyes widened in disbelief.
Impossible.
He was alive.
Not only that…
He was smiling.
As if nothing had ever happened.
As if the pain, the beating, the death—
Meant nothing at all.
Their expressions twisted with irritation.
To them, that smile felt like mockery.
Like a silent provocation.
Akira calmly walked to his seat and sat down.
His eyes slowly closed.
As if he were deep in thought.
As if he were… planning something.
Moments later, the five approached him.
They surrounded his desk.
"Well, well… who would've thought? You're still alive," one of the male students said, his voice filled with disbelief.
"Hmph. Not even a single bruise?" the female student added, letting out a mocking laugh. "Don't worry… later, we won't hold back anymore. We'll make sure what we do to you will be far worse… until you die."
Another boy grabbed Akira by the collar of his uniform.
"Be ready later," he threatened coldly.
Akira laughed.
Softly.
Calmly.
And that alone—
Irritated them even more.
One of them raised his fist, about to strike—
But suddenly, the classroom door slid open.
Their teacher had arrived.
The five immediately stopped and returned to their seats, acting as if nothing had happened.
As if they were innocent.
As if they had done nothing at all.
These five students…
Were not ordinary.
Each of them held positions within the school.
Positions that gave them power.
Authority.
Control.
One of them was Akito—
The President of the Student Council.
To everyone else, he was intelligent, kind, and admirable.
But behind that perfect image…
He used his position to intimidate others.
To control them.
To silence them.
And Akira was not his only victim.
There were many more.
Then there was Aliyah, the Student Council Secretary.
Her twisted hobby—
Was recording videos of their victims as they suffered.
Because for her…
That was what brought joy.
Chotto—
The principal's son.
One of his favorite pastimes was torture.
And his preferred targets—
Were the weak.
The remaining two—
Hori and Yuri.
Members of the Disciplinary Committee.
And lovers.
Together, they enforced rules in public—
While breaking something far worse in the shadows.
Their positions in the school…
Were nothing more than masks.
Covers for the things they did.
For the cruelty they hid.
For the pleasure they sought.
To them—
This was entertainment.
A game.
A source of happiness.
And because of who they were—
No one suspected them.
No one dared to speak.
No one had the courage…
To report them.