Mira sat quietly at her desk, sneaking out a handkerchief to wipe her face as discreetly as possible.

  Ats, seated on the desk in front of her, was still g his fists tightly.

  Damn it! This is her past, isn’t it?

  The realization only added to his frustration. He couldn’t intervene, couldn’t ge anything—he could only watch.

  A few moments ter, audeered the . This one was also a beastkin, sp wavy blonde hair and a pair of perked-up ears.

  What kind of ears are those? A wolf?

  It was a wolf girl, and an undeniably cute o that.

  "Hey, Fenra’s here!" someone called out.

  "Good m, Fenra..."

  The beastkin girl, Fenra, entered with a bright, cheerful expression and a smile that was… cute?

  "Hi, everyone! Good m!" Fenra greeted. "Whew, I’m gd I didn’t end up te! My driver had a hard time earlier—the traffic was awful."

  "Yeah, Fenra, the roads were a mess today."

  "And Fenra—gratutions on your S score!" audent chimed in.

  "Oh, yeah, xi xi xi," Fenra replied, giggling. "Yes, I got another S score, but, you know, it’s not a big deal or anything. o fuss over it!"

  Fenra’s eyes widened wheiced Mira.

  "Oh? What happeo her?"

  “Ignore her, Fenra. She’s useless.”

  Ign the remark, Fenra approached Mira and leaned down slightly, bringing her face closer.

  "Mira... what happeo you?" she asked softly.

  Mira shook her head, avoiding eye tact.

  "Are you sure? Do you need anything? Tell me. I help you with something?"

  "No, thanks. I’m fine," Mira replied, finally lifting her head with a faint, forced smile.

  Could this wolf girl actually be kind to her?

  Throughout the lesson, Mira sat silently in her seat. To Ats’s growing frustration, the teacher didn’t seem to notice—or care. Not once did they aowledge Mira’s dition.

  Are they blind or just pin stupid?

  It’s painfully obvious that one of their students is far from okay.

  Damn it. This school deserves to be razed to the ground!

  When the lunch break arrived, Mira quietly picked up her lunchbox and, with her head bowed, quickly left the .

  Should I follow her?

  Ats hesitated for a moment as Mira disappeared through the door. Yet, he realized he could still remain in the room.

  Wait... isn’t this Mira’s memory?

  He frowhen why I stay here, even though she’s not?

  The inexplicable situatio him uled, but he decided to observe a little lorying to make sense of the strange rules of this memory.

  The wolf girl, still seated at her desk, was soon approached by a group of her peers, both boys and girls.

  "Fenra, want to eat lunch with me?"

  "Fenra, you were amazing earlier during css!"

  But this time, Fenra’s usual cheerful demeanor had shifted. Her face pouted slightly.

  "What’s wrong? Did something upset you?" asked a boy standing nearby.

  "Yes, something did…" Fenra replied.

  "Let me ha for you.”

  "I know you wouldn’t dare.”

  "How far do you wao take it?"

  "The worse, the better. The worst!" Fenra said.

  Then, without another word, she stood up and walked out of the room.

  The boy, now joined by a couple of others, remained behind.

  What are these pieces of trash pnning?!

  Ats’s frustration boiled over as he smmed his fist on the desk, but it didn’t make a sound or anything else.

  Damn it! This is driving me insane!

  After leaving the , Ats tio follow Mira as she found a quiet spot to eat lunch alone.

  Once she finished her meal, she pulled out a book and began reading.

  She even took notes, her handwriti and precise as she carefully recorded her thoughts in a notebook.

  The se was such a striking trast that Ats couldn’t help but take notice.

  This girl… she’s smart.

  She was nothing like the Mira he knew.

  Ats sat nearby, watg her with growing intrigue. Her serious expression seemed to glow with brilliance as she studied, entirely engrossed in her work. It was clear she enjoyed learning, pletely absorbed in what she was doing.

  Right now, Ats felt like he was watg a movie in 4D. He was there, in the moment, but utterly powerless to intervene.

  What made it worse was that the main character of this painful story was someone he knew—a realization that only deepened his frustration.

  When the school day ended, a group of students approached Mira’s desk. Without a hint of courtesy, they piled books on top of her table.

  “Hey, take these to the teacher’s office,” one of them ordered.

  “He was oh floor.”

  “And if any of them go missing et torn, we’ll make sure yret it,” another added.

  Mira stepped out of the , carrying a stack of books as she walked down the y hallways. Most of the students had already gone home.

  She tinued up the stairs, heading to the upper floors.

  Is the teacher’s office really up there?

  Ats wondered, his steps matg hers as he followed.

  When she reached the top, a group of male students stood leaning casually against the wall. Ats reized them instantly—they were the same boys from her css earlier.

  Oh, damn it!

  Rage bubbled in his chest.

  I please break out of this observation mode and kill them?! Seriously!

  As Mira walked past with her head down, trying to avoid their gaze, the boys suddenly moved. One of them grabbed her from behind, while another cmped a hand over her mouth to stifle her scream.

  Mira struggled, her muffled cries for help eg faintly in the empty corridor, but she owerless against them.

  The three boys dragged her into ay .

  Damn it! Are you kidding me?!

  The books Mira had been carrying y scattered on the floor as the boys dragged her deeper into the .

  Ats stormed in after them, his jaw ched and fury radiating from his very being.

  He watched helplessly as they threw Mira to the floor. Before she could even gather herself, two of the boys grabbed her arms, pinning her in pce, while the third shoved her roughly against the floor.

  Ats’s fists ched so tightly that he could almost feel his nails digging into his palms, even in this immaterial form.

  This has gooo far!

  "Please! Don’t do it!" Mira pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation.

  "Shut up, or we’ll make it even worse for you.”

  "Close the door properly," another ordered. "We ’t let anyone hear us."

  "It’s fihe third assured with a smirk. "Everything’s taken care of."

  Mira struggled, twisting and jerking to break free, but she was no match for them. They stuffed a cloth into her mouth, muffling her cries, her terrified eyes welling with tears as her body shook untrolbly.

  Damn it! Damn it! These bastards!

  “System! Jackpot!” Ats roared, his voice trembling with rage.

  Yoing to let me watch this happen right in front of me without letting me do anything?!

  Damn it! This is madness!

  Let me out of this memory! Let me into her world so I destroy these worthless pieces of trash!

  Ats stood there, powerless ahing with fury, as one of the boys ya Mira's bzer. The buttons popped off, cttering to the floor and rolling away.

  She fought back, twisting and struggling with all her strength, but it wasn’t enough.

  Her body was shoved down harder, her arms pinned firmly by the boys oher side of her.

  Mira’s muffled cries of resistance echoed in Ats’s mind, her tear-streaked fad frantic attempts to escape only fueling his rage.

  Yet all he could do was watch, trapped in his intangible state, as the nightmare unfolded before him.

  DAMN IT!!!!

  Ats roared, his voiing with pure, unfiltered rage.

  But just as his furious cry echoed in the room, it was suddenly drowned out by the agonized scream of one of the boys.

  “ARGH! ARGH! ARGH!”