The rain didn’t stop that night.
It came in waves — steady, patient, relentless — like it knew the school was listening.
The student council room glowed under cold fluorescent light. Rihan, Joonseo, Harim, and Mirae stood around the long table, the only sound the hum of the computer as Rihan scrolled through folder after folder, his face an unshaken mask.
“Who else has access to the council’s internal drive?” Joonseo asked, voice low.
“Just us,” Rihan said. “The executive members. Me, Taewoo, Harim, the vice chairs, and the IT admin.”
Harim’s hands clenched. “But none of us—”
“Someone did,” Rihan cut in. “The picture was copied from our security feed two days ago and uploaded under a false project label. Whoever did it didn’t just get in—they knew exactly which file to pull.”
Mirae
