On Month Day, 20XX, an incident broke out in our peaceful school. It was 'school violence.' The voice of the perpetrator leaked through the crack of the faculty office door. The boy, who had been summoned as the accused, showed no sign of remorse; instead, he rested his chin on his hand and rocked his chair crookedly as if he were bored. Glancing at the victim trembling and crying beside him, he chuckled in disbelief and shrugged at the homeroom teacher.

The air in the faculty office froze even colder at the sound of the light laughter coming from his mouth. With an expression that claimed he was the victim of an injustice, yet with eyes shining with a chilling cruelty, he continued.

Watching him smile cruelly behind the brazen mask of a 'joke,' I had a gut feeling that this peaceful school had turned into hell in an instant.