Haruto knew Kota wouldn't apologize to Mari. Not easily, at least.
The boy was too blinded by his delusions, too absorbed in his belief that he had done nothing wrong.
That was precisely why Haruto had orchestrated this gathering, inviting Mari to bring her friends and ensuring the entire schoolyard bore witness to Kota's downfall.
'Keep talking, Kota. Show them your delusional self. Let them see you unravel until there's not a shred of dignity left,' Haruto thought, his expression calm but his gaze sharp.
'This isn't even half of what my sister and I endured in our first life,' he reflected bitterly, his eyes scanning the crowd.
In the past, he and his sister had cried out for help, but no one came. No one dared to step forward.
Instead, they stood by, watching their suffering from a safe distance, treating their pain as nothing more than morbid entertainment.
Haruto's jaw clenched.