The devour organisation

Students going missing. People dying. That's what Walid told me.

Rahul couldn't stop smiling. His curiosity had become obsession.

"I couldn't sleep after hearing what Bappi said," he admitted. "Come on, Walid. Bappi isn't here yet. Why don't you tell me everything you know? Please—I'm just curious, that's all."

It was early. Most students hadn't arrived yet.

Walid sighed, then motioned for Rahul to follow him outside. They stood near the school wall, out of sight.

Walid began to speak. He told him everything—about last year, the students who went missing, the bodies found, the strange incidents, and even the guard.

Bappi arrived just as students began to trickle in.

Later, during class break, Bappi approached them.

Ting ting ting…

"Finally, half break," Bappi said. "What were you guys doing before class? You two came early."

"I told him everything," Walid smirked. "Even the school guard story. He really wanted to know."

Rahul's eyes gleamed. "Thanks, Walid. My hunger for curiosity is finally calmed. But hey, I have a great idea. Can I share?"

Walid and Bappi exchanged looks. "Sure," they said.

Rahul leaned forward slightly. "During class, I kept thinking. Have you ever suspected that someone from our school was involved with the murders?"

Bappi frowned. "No. That's stupid. We shouldn't accuse anyone without reason. The police already did their investigation. We're just kids."

"What about you, Walid?" Rahul pressed. "You were right in the middle of everything. You almost died. Didn't you ever suspect someone?"

Walid hesitated. "Do you mean students or… teachers?"

"Of course I mean people from the school," Rahul replied quickly.

Walid frowned. "I don't think anyone from school could be involved. If they were, we'd all be screwed by now."

Bappi nodded. "The police checked everyone. Besides, the killer confessed and didn't name anyone. He's dead now. So, this is pointless."

Rahul waved his hand. "Forget belief. I just want to know if you ever suspected anyone. Even for a moment. I want to be a detective someday. I love diving deep."

Walid sat down on the stairs and thought for a moment. "Hmm… actually, yeah. I did suspect someone once. Not anymore though."

"What? Seriously?!" Bappi looked shocked. "You never told me. Who was it?"

"You ignored me, remember?" Walid said, his voice growing colder. "You acted like nothing happened. I saw a man cutting up a human body. Do you have any idea how that messed me up? I didn't tell you because you didn't care. But let's not argue now."

Rahul clapped his hands once. "Yes! Let's stay focused. So who did you suspect?"

Walid exhaled slowly. "…It was Teacher Sakib. That guy's always been creepy. I never liked him."

"Sakib?!" Bappi blinked. "Why him? He's one of the nicest teachers. Helped me a bunch in class."

Rahul's lips curled into a smirk. "Sakib… isn't he the physical education teacher?"

"Yeah," Walid nodded. "Back then, I was paranoid. I suspected everyone. But Sakib… he had this strange aura."

Just then, the bell rang.

Ting ting ting…

"Lunch break's over," Bappi muttered. "We'll talk later."

"Aww, come on!" Rahul protested. "We just got to the good part."

"We'll talk after school," Walid promised. "Bappi's kind of our leader. We don't break rules—we do it to counter the bully squad. Let's go."

Rahul nodded. "Fine. Let's go."

A Few Months Ago – After the Principal's Demotion

In a dimly lit room, Principal and Tanveer stood face to face.

"What will you do now?" Tanveer asked. "The Director is furious with you."

"I could have handled him," the Principal growled. "But that bastard Sakib backstabbed me. How could he betray me like that?!"

Tanveer chuckled coldly. "I always knew he was against you. Sakib never liked taking orders. And to be honest… you did screw up."

"I never should've saved him from the police," the Principal muttered. "He didn't deserve mercy. Thank you, Tanveer, for staying by my side. Taking you as my student was the best decision I made. I still remember when we killed your childhood friend. Haha… good times."

"No need to thank me," Tanveer replied. "You helped me discover my true purpose."

"So… will you help me again?" the Principal asked. "Sakib's now handling the budget. He's rising too fast."

"I can't betray the Director openly. But I'll do what I can from the shadows," Tanveer said. "Sakib… he's dangerous—even for me."

"We need a plan. If we do nothing, he'll take over everything," the Principal said, rubbing his temples. "But if we make a move now, we'll get caught."

"We wait," Tanveer decided. "For now, obey him. Watch and wait."

"…Fine. But one day, we'll bring him down."

Inside the Organization "The Devour"

Rich customers around the world crave human meat—especially from young bodies. Due to recent risks, child hunts were temporarily halted. But the hunger didn't stop.

The Devour remained a top supplier, famed for "freshness" and "discretion." Yet recent reviews were bad. The Director had paused all child hunts and appointed Sakib to rebuild their operations.

Over the next five months, Sakib gathered 20 adult bodies—but customer satisfaction declined. They wanted children.

A Meeting is Called

"Good evening, everyone," the Director spoke calmly, facing his inner circle. "It's been a while since I summoned you all. Do you know why?"

"Is it… the product reviews?" Sakib asked.

"Yes. At least you're not hiding like your old boss."

Principal coughs awkwardly.

"You all know our ratings have dropped," the Director said coldly. "Why?"

A masked member replied, "I've done the same work as always."

"Oh, not you. You're based in Myanmar—you've still been supplying children. This isn't your fault."

"So, it's us?" another member muttered. "Makes sense. We've been restricted from harvesting kids. Obviously, the reviews would suffer."

Tanveer nodded. "That's exactly it. Customers want child meat. We haven't delivered."

"Right. I knew that," the Director smiled. "I just wanted to hear it from someone else."

He looked around. "So, what do we do now? Play it safe… or go back to our old ways? Even with bad reviews, they still buy. They need us. Every one of them is rich and desperate. They can't kill themselves, so they use us."

One voice spoke up: "We should play safe. The school already took too much heat."

Another sneered: "Screw that. I love hearing them scream—especially little schoolgirls."

Someone else said, "Security is too tight in my region. We should stick to adults."

A woman added, "I love slicing boys. They're always so horny—it makes it easier."

The room buzzed with evil laughter and sick fantasies.

"We should eliminate anyone who poses a threat," said a man. "Then resume child hunts."

Sakib looked around. "Three of you are in. Two are out. Tanveer—what about you?"

Tanveer smiled darkly. "I'll hunt anything… anyone."

He smirked as the firelight reflected in his eyes.