It started with a knock—gentle, almost polite.
Said looked up from his laptop, a half-empty cup of instant coffee still steaming on his desk. The dormitory was unusually quiet, the hour creeping just past midnight. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, one file still open, unsaved. The folder name on the screen read: Course Files - Semester 6 (Encrypted).
Another knock. Louder. Firmer.
His roommate, an art major who barely talked and always wore headphones, stirred in his sleep but didn't wake. Said rose, a strange chill washing over him. He didn't expect anyone—not at this hour, not here.
When he opened the door, it wasn't who he expected.
It was the Dean. Behind him, two campus security officers. And in the Dean's hand: a printed copy of an email. His email.
"Said Arjuna M.?"
"Yes, sir..."
"We need you to come with us."
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The office was cold. Artificially bright.
Said sat alone in a glass-walled room, a single sheet of paper in front of him. It was a screenshot of the stolen exam file—his fingerprinted login ID visible in the metadata. The Dean watched from behind a one-way mirror. Two administrators whispered behind a desk.
His heart pounded like a war drum.
He'd been careful. He used a VPN. Encrypted everything. Cleared his tracks.
So how?
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Across campus, Aluna jolted awake when her phone buzzed.
"They took Said."
Sender: Ara
A second later, another text arrived.
"Don't reply. They're checking devices."
Sender: Aska
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Back in the interrogation room, the silence was a strategy.
Said sat motionless for ten minutes. Then twenty. Time was a slow poison here, gnawing at the edge of his sanity. The longer he waited, the more his thoughts spiraled.
Would they expel him?
Would they tell the scholarship board?
Would they tell the police?
He had risked everything. For a file. For answers. For them.
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"It only takes one tap to ruin everything."
The phrase haunted him.
He thought he was doing it for the group. For their survival. But maybe deep down, part of him had wanted revenge. On the system. On the pressure. On the lie they were all forced to live.
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Aluna couldn't stop pacing. In her tiny dorm room, books were scattered like broken shields after a lost battle. Her scholarship contract was pinned on the wall—a constant reminder of why she couldn't afford to break.
She remembered the last group meeting. How Said had offered to handle the next test. How he said, "Leave it to me. I've got a safer way."
She should've stopped him.
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Aska stared at his own screen, wiping away the warning notice that now blinked on the student portal.
Account suspended pending investigation.
He whispered curses, biting the edge of his thumb. He wasn't mad at Said. He was mad at the system that forced Said to choose between survival and expulsion.
But still—what if he dragged them all down?
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Ara, meanwhile, sat silently in the campus library, hidden behind shelves. Her fingers shook as she deleted messages from their shared group chat. She couldn't sleep. Couldn't breathe.
She had spent her life being invisible. But this secret—they couldn't stay invisible anymore.
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Morning came.
Said was escorted back to his dorm, but everything had changed.
His roommate avoided eye contact. His inbox was filled with meeting requests. The group chat was silent.
He stared at the blinking cursor in a new message window.
To: Aska, Ara, Aluna
Subject: Sorry
Text: "They found me. I didn't say anything. Yet."
His fingers hovered. Then typed again.
"But someone... must have told them."
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