The class president’s smile was simply perfect. The corners of his mouth rose just the right degree, and the corners of his eyes had a trace of intrigue. Shortly after, his seemingly perfect smile faltered, and his eyes went back to normal as he returned to his usual poker face. I felt as if I was under the effect of a spell or something.0

The class president climbed on the podium as murmurs filled the auditorium. Leaving me standing aside, he grabbed another microphone.0

“Students of Shinseo High School, the video you are watching now shows Hwang Eun-Seo, from Year 2 Class 5, engaging with other students in acts of bullying against Kim Yul, another student from the same class. This video is not staged. It shows exactly what happened.”0

The class president wasn’t holding papers. His speech was completely different from the one we had practiced during rehearsal. 0

“I obtained these thanks to an anonymous informant. Yes, you heard it correctly. There are more videos like this. Hwang Eun-Seo’s crimes are recorded in 103 audio recordings, 311 videos, and 30,790 photos.”0

Crimes? Videos? Photos?0

“Broadcasting Club Leader, please pull up the PPT,” the class president instructed with a gesture. 4

“Yes, yes…” 0

A projector displayed photos one after another. The quality wasn’t very good, but they were still clear enough to show that everyone was wearing our school uniform.0

“After today’s presentation, we’ll report Hwang Eun-Seo to official authorities. Of course, Kim Yul, the victim, will also sue Hwang Eun-Seo.”0

Report? Sue?0

“I would like to ask if any of the teachers working at Shinseo High School have been aware of what has been...0