"Sometimes, the silence between people is louder than any scream."
The university was quieter than usual that morning. Even the footsteps echoing across the main hall seemed hesitant, as if they, too, were wary of stepping into the storm that was quietly brewing beneath the routine of academic life.
Aska leaned against the hallway wall, his eyes scanning the corridor outside the dean's office. His phone buzzed in his pocket — another message from Ara.
"Where are you? Did you hear what happened?"
He didn't reply. Not yet. Not until he could confirm it himself.
Just then, the door to the dean's office opened. A student walked out, his face pale, holding a folded sheet of paper. Aska recognized him — one of the top-ranking scholars in the computer engineering department.
The guy's hands trembled as he shoved the letter into his backpack and hurried away, almost bumping into Aska without even noticing.
Aska narrowed his eyes.
It had begun.
Inside the office, someone was leaking names. Or worse — evidence.
Someone was burning the secret.
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Meanwhile, on the other side of campus, Ara sat alone in the old library — the only place she felt safe enough to think clearly. Her laptop was open in front of her, files blinking back at her like unanswered questions. Grades. Attendance. Disciplinary records. It was all there — the entire academic skeleton of the university laid bare on her screen.
She hadn't meant to see it.
She hadn't meant to know what Said had done.
But she had stumbled into the folder while transferring documents for a project. And once the truth stared her in the face, she couldn't unsee it.
"Why would he do this?" she whispered.
There was only one answer: desperation.
Said hadn't just cracked the campus database for fun — he'd done it to protect them all. To keep the scholarship alive. To buy them time.
But someone else had accessed that same folder now. Someone had taken what he hid — and weaponized it.
Ara didn't know whether to cry or scream.
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At the rooftop, Aluna stood facing the skyline, wind pulling at her hoodie. She heard everything through the campus grapevine — the rumors were spreading fast.
She closed her eyes, recalling the moment when the four of them had first sat together. They weren't friends. They didn't even like each other.
But they were bound by that one mistake.
One shared lie.
And now it was cracking.
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Back in his room, Said was staring at his own reflection. The hacker behind the screen. The one who pulled the strings.
He hadn't told the others everything. Not even close.
What they knew — that he had breached the internal servers to alter a few grades — was only half the truth.
The real file, the one with the encrypted chain of login credentials, student profiles, faculty passwords — that had been hidden under a different directory. The one he thought only he could ever reach.
Until it was used.
Until someone else had found it.
Until the dean started calling in students.
His hands clenched into fists.
"Who?" he muttered. "Who turned it against us?"
Because it wasn't the system exposing them.
It was one of them.
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Later that night, a single message lit up the group chat that had long fallen silent.
Aska:
"Someone's name is going to be called next. It's only a matter of time."
Ara:
"Do we come clean?"
Said:
"If we do, we all fall."
Aluna:
"Maybe we already are."
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"Secrets aren't meant to last.
But some are meant to destroy."
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