Coach Kasekende stepped into the room, rain dripping from his coat. Behind him stood two men in black jackets—security, maybe, but not school staff. They didn't speak. They didn't have to.
"What the hell is this?" Lena demanded, stepping in front of the group.
Kasekende's face was unreadable. "You've seen more than you should have."
"You were spying on us," Jovic snapped. "Students. In our rooms."
"I was protecting the school," Kasekende replied calmly. "From people like Emma. From people like you."
Jace took a step forward. "Emma was trying to expose you."
Kasekende's eyes narrowed. "Emma was reckless. He hacked into faculty servers, tried to leak confidential records. He wasn't some hero. He was dangerous."
Lena's voice shook. "So you made him disappear?"
Kasekende looked at her.
"I didn't have to. He ran when he realized what he'd gotten into. That's the truth. But the rest of you—you still have a choice."
He reached into his coat and pulled out a slim folder.
Inside: printed emails, photos, timestamps—evidence.
"Walk away now," he said. "And this never surfaces. But if you keep pushing, the people I work for… they won't be so forgiving."
For a moment, no one moved.
Then Dora said coldly, "Too late."
She flipped the hidden camera lens she'd pocketed from Jovic's dorm onto the floor.
"We're already in too deep."
Jace pulled out his phone, still recording.
"You just confessed," he said. "We have everything we need."
Kasekende's eyes darkened.
One of the men reached into his jacket.
"Run," Jovic hissed.
They did.