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They are top scholars. Model students.
On paper, they’re perfect — smart, disciplined, and flawless.
But behind the grades and accolades lie secrets they can’t afford to let slip.

Four students from different worlds are bound by a single lie.
They’re not friends. They barely trust each other.
But one mistake has linked their fates forever —
a data theft scandal that could ruin everything.

Now, under the pressure of scholarship, reputation, and truth,
they must protect a secret too dangerous to reveal…
and too fragile to keep.


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Four Names, One Secret

"Trust isn't shattered by strangers. It's broken by those who once held your silence."

The morning announcements buzzed through every speaker on campus, but none were as loud as the whispers that traveled faster than sound. In lecture halls, in stairwells, in the canteen — the name on everyone's lips wasn't a professor, a celebrity, or a top scorer.

"Did you hear he hacked the grading system?"

"No way. He's on scholarship! That's, like, career suicide."

"I heard the admin caught his IP address. He's done for."

Said sat alone in the back corner of the campus café, hood pulled over his head, earbuds in — but nothing playing. He was listening. Always listening. And every whispered accusation felt like a hammer against glass.

He had thought no one would find out.

But he had also underestimated something:

The rage of someone who feels betrayed.

Aluna paced behind the old science building, away from the security cameras and prying eyes. Her fingers tapped restlessly on her phone as she reread the group chat.

No one had responded since last night.

Aska was silent. Ara hadn't even opened the messages. And Said… he had stopped replying after three dots appeared — and disappeared.

Her gut twisted. Something was wrong. More than usual.

Do we wait to get caught? Or do we decide what story gets told first?

She hit send, then deleted the message before it was delivered. Cowardice? Maybe. Or maybe it was instinct — a signal that the group wasn't a group anymore.

And one of them had started to untangle it.

In the administrative building, a meeting was being held behind closed doors. Inside sat the dean, two academic integrity officers, and a printed report spread across the mahogany table.

Login timestamps. IP traces. Data mismatches.

At the top of the file was a single student ID.

The dean exhaled deeply. "Call him in. Now."

And just like that, the first domino was nudged.

Aska watched from a third-floor window as Said walked toward the main building, hands in his pockets, his head slightly lowered. He looked like someone walking into his own funeral.

For a brief moment, Aska wanted to stop him. Wanted to scream that it wasn't fair — that they were all part of it, that Said shouldn't go down alone.

It either compels you to confess… or paralyzes you into silence.

Ara sat in her dorm room, the air too heavy to breathe. Her laptop blinked with open tabs — articles on academic violations, case studies of expulsion, disciplinary hearings. She had read them all.

Said would deny it. Then they'd show him the file. Then the question would come:

And what he said next could save them… or bury them all.

A single tear rolled down Ara's cheek as she whispered, "Please, don't say our names."

Inside the office, Said stood before the table of authority.

The dean's voice was firm. "We have evidence that suggests you accessed restricted university systems. Do you have anything to say?"

Said looked up, eyes unreadable. A dozen thoughts screamed in his head. The pressure. The fear. The promises he made to himself — to them. That he'd protect the group. That no matter what, the secret stayed buried.

But as he stared at the paper with his student ID, something inside him cracked.

Because while secrets were meant to protect, silence was now a sentence.

And he wasn't sure if he could take the fall alone.

The question is — who pulls the trigger first?

The First to Fall