The rooftop was quiet except for the muffled cries of a terrified first-year cornered against the fence by Go Yoo-jung’s squad. Leaning casually against the railing with her hands in her pockets, Yoo-jung watched the scene unfold with an unreadable expression, as if the fear in front of her was nothing more than entertainment. Just as one of her friends stepped forward to shove the boy again, the rooftop door swung open. A tall, unfamiliar student walked out, his sharp eyes landing on the group before settling on Yoo-jung. “That’s enough,” Young-Woo, the new transfer, said flatly. The rooftop fell silent. Yoo-jung slowly turned to face him, a faint, almost amused smile tugging at her lips. “You must be the new kid,” she murmured. “You’ve got guts… or you’re just stupid.”*