The next day, Jora went to school as usual. But something lingered in his mind — "Who helped free me?" he wondered. "Was it Noah?" the thought crossed his head.
Rafi and Rina approached Jora, worry clearly written in their eyes over what had happened to him. But Jora calmly said, "Don't worry. I can handle this."
The bell rang — class was about to begin.
All the students focused on the lesson as the teacher explained the material.
Except for Jora.
His gaze was distant, lost outside the rain-soaked window.
"Has Dimas stopped? Has he given up?" That question haunted his mind.
The rain hadn't stopped. The scent of iron and cigarette smoke still lingered in the air.
At the table, Dimas stared at his phone screen. That small notification was still there.
He didn't say a word. But the way he sat, the way he held his phone for too long — something had changed.
Reno entered quietly. His steps heavy.
"You heard anything?"
Dimas replied calmly, "No. But something feels off."
Tension hung between them. Reno was starting to feel uneasy — their plan had gone too far.
Dimas suspected someone had leaked the plan. But he didn't know who.
Reno replied, "This plan doesn't make sense anymore. We're not just destroying someone's reputation — we've made the entire school stop trusting each other."
But Dimas, full of ambition, said,
"That's exactly the point. Power isn't about who's right. It's about making everyone question who's wrong."
Reno sat down, his chest tight with doubt. He couldn't believe Dimas would say something like that.
Dimas looked at him, cold and sharp.
"I've seen too many people fall just because they were afraid to get their hands dirty. I'm not going to be one of them."
Elsewhere, Mira stood alone, her hoodie pulled over her pale face.
Her heart torn — between courage and fear. She knew that the choice she made wouldn't just change the fate of the gang — it would change her.
A message buzzed on her phone. Her hands trembled as she read it:
"We received the files. Are you sure about this?"
She lowered her head, eyes fixed on the dark end of the street.
"This is the only way," she whispered to herself.
The school — once full of laughter — now felt heavy with whispers.
Flyers with blurry photos had spread to every corner, breaking the bonds that once held the students together.
In a corner of the cafeteria, Reno looked out at the crowd. His eyes blank, but something burned behind them — disappointment and doubt.
Dimas walked through the hallway, his face cold like cracking ice.
He knew the game had changed.
There was no room for hesitation.
In front of her laptop, Mira sorted the evidence into a hidden folder.
The soft sound of her keyboard was like held breath.
Another message came in:
"We need more than this. Stronger proof."
She stared at the screen. Her face tired, but her resolve hardening.
Back in the warehouse, Dimas seemed dazed and confused. He stood before a nearly empty operation board — as if trying to piece together a broken puzzle.
"Leaked," he whispered, barely audible.
Reno looked at him silently, knowing that the real war had only just begun.
Mira and Reno faced each other without speaking. They both knew — from this point on, there was no turning back.
Only forward, no matter the cost.
Night on the city outskirts.
Streetlights dimmed. The rain still hung heavy in the air.
Mira stood before an old house, gripping a USB drive tightly. Her breaths were shallow, her steps hesitant.
A soft knock on the door.
A middle-aged man opened it, his gaze cold, yet alert. Mira handed over the USB without a word, then slowly stepped back into the shadows.
File by file was opened.
Tiny pieces of evidence were starting to form a much bigger story.
Outside, the rain fell harder.
The next day at school, everything felt different.
Tension filled the air.
Expressions were cold.
The rumors and slander had spread.
One by one, students began to close off and drift away.
Dimas stood in front of the bathroom mirror, his face blank. He splashed water on it, but the water couldn't wash away the weight in his mind.
He knew: this wasn't just an ordinary war.
This was a battle for souls.
In the corner of the library, Reno sat alone, trying to make sense of it all.
His phone vibrated. A message from Mira:
"We need to talk. Now."
He stood up, heading to the place they agreed on.
In the dark school hallway, Mira waited anxiously. Her face showed the fear she could no longer hide.
Reno arrived, saying only one sentence:
RENO:
"We need to get out of this before everything completely falls apart."
MIRA:
(softly) "But how? They've already started moving."
Behind the scenes, Dimas watched.
He knew betrayal had begun to bloom.
But he also knew — power only belonged to those brave enough to keep it, even if it meant losing everything.
The darkness deepened.
Choices narrowed.
Papers scattered across the desk. Colored pencils untouched.
Jora stared at a half-finished painting — a self-portrait, with a blurred background.
As if he were painting a version of himself… fading.
Outside, laughter sounded fake.
One or two glances peeked in through the glass door.
Since the flyers spread, he was no longer just a student — he had become a riddle, a rumor, a story everyone thought they knew.
"They think I know everything that's going on. Truth is, it just came crashing down — all I could do was sit there, waiting for the next hit."
In his large room. The air was stale.
Books piled up, untouched.
Phone in hand — not for chatting, just staring at the screen like it might give him answers.
His name and photo had spread — mixed with humiliating hoaxes.
Some said he was manipulative, others said he bribed teachers.
Someone even faked screenshots of his fight with Devan.
Noah knew it was all lies.
But truth didn't matter to most people — they only wanted to believe the juiciest version.
He clenched his fist.
"No one dared to touch me before. Now it's like everyone's armed, ready to shoot. Like someone opened the door for them. I know who holds the key."
The name echoed in his mind: Dimas.
Not because of proof — but because of logic.
Noah once challenged Dimas during a debate.
Just last week, he had warned Dimas to stop messing with Jora.
He didn't expect that warning would be answered with a punishment this severe.
"This is revenge. Slow, but cruel. Dimas doesn't just want me to fall — he wants everyone to see me break from the inside."
A twisted smile appeared on Noah's face.
"Interesting, our dear Dimas. So… you want to fight, huh?"