Night swallowed Mira in silence. The rain had stopped, but the asphalt was still wet and gleamed under the streetlights. Hidden beneath her worn hoodie, Mira kept a small drive — the second file. More complete. Far riskier.
She waited at an empty bus stop. Seconds slipped by slowly. A woman in a dark brown jacket arrived and stood not far away. Mira moved without speaking. She handed over the drive; their hands brushed for a moment.
"Will this take them down for good?" Mira asked, barely a whisper.
The woman didn't answer. She only nodded, then walked away as if she had never been there.
Mira remained standing. Cold crept through the gaps in her clothes. She knew there was no turning back. But the choices were no longer as simple. Run? To where?
Her eyes drifted toward the school, then toward the harbor where Dimas usually plotted. In her mind there were two doors: flee... or stay and fight.
She bit her lip. A deep breath.
"I'm tired of hiding."
Her steps turned — not away, but toward the fire.
Dimas arranged notes on the board. But not to target outsiders this time. He was hunting the leak inside his own room.
"Not a new kid," he thought. "Too scared."
"Not Mira. Too... busy."
Then he paused. Mira was busy — too busy.
His gaze landed on the name Reno. Someone who asked too many questions, who doubted too often. And people who doubt... are usually easy entry points.
Dimas laid a plan. A small trap. He spread false information: fictitious operation data, fake schedules for money transfers to Bang Ryo, meeting locations that didn't exist.
"If it leaks, it means it's from inside. And I'll know who."
He purposely let Reno see some of the notes. Then he waited. Two days, at most three. If it leaked again, he wouldn't hesitate to finish him.
In a narrow alley behind the school, Jora had just returned from extra lessons. He walked alone, weary, his thoughts still stuck in class.
Suddenly, an old motorbike stopped a few meters away. Two people dismounted. No sound, no calling.
One approached. His face was masked, but his stare was sharp.
Jora took a step back, instincts screaming. Before he could run, the man's hand had grabbed his collar.
"One wrong step, one wrong word — your friend dies."
They didn't use a name. But Jora knew who they meant by "Noah."
They didn't strike. Just a cold, clear threat. Then they left. What remained wasn't a wound, but a tightening knot.
Elsewhere in the city, Noah received a message from an unknown number.
"You think you can be a hero? One more step and we'll come not just to ruin you but to destroy your friends too."
Noah gripped his phone tightly. His eyes were red — not from fear but from anger rising. He stared at the screen and began to type.
Dimas watched a small CCTV feed. He saw Reno talking with Mira in the school corridor. No sound, but the body language was clear enough: Mira speaks, Reno nods. Secrets exchanged.
Dimas's smile slowly faded.
The storm he had started... was turning back at him.
And somewhere else, the second file had begun to spread.
The next morning the school opened as usual. The bell hadn't rung yet, but whispers ran along the halls. Students hunched over their phone screens, thumbs swiping through an article that had gone up at 06:03:
"Elite School, Shadow Gangs, and Deadly Operations: An Investigation into Teen Underworld Power"
by Arjuna Thirty.
There was a photo of a whiteboard marked in red, quotes from recorded audio, a relationship chart linking Dimas, Bang Ryo, anonymous accounts, and a list of victims with names intentionally blurred.
The principal read with trembling hands. The vice-principal paced while pressing his phone, trying to contact "relevant parties" who didn't answer. The counseling teacher opened the article on a laptop, then looked around the staff room as if asking for answers — but no one spoke.
"This could explode into something bigger than just an internal problem..." someone murmured.
Noah walked into class quietly. For the first time, the looks directed at him weren't mockery, not gossip — but questions.
Jora sat at the back, staring at his phone showing the article's diagram: his name appeared, not as a perpetrator... but as a victim.
Reno was the last to enter, his face tense. He looked at Noah and Jora, then at Mira who sat motionless by the window. No words were spoken, but everyone understood: something had broken.
Dimas stood alone before his pinned board. He had torn down some photos, burned some notes in a small metal can. His phone kept buzzing.
One message arrived:
"We didn't sign on for this leak. Finish it, or we will come down."
— BR
Dimas knew it was from Bang Ryo. Simple, but menacing enough.
He looked at the empty board one more time, then said quietly:
"So now we go to war."
Outside the school — 11:55 WIB
Reporters began to arrive. Small cameras, phones, microphones pointed at bewildered students.
"Is it true this internal school gang collaborated with criminals from the harbor?"
"Are there underage victims involved?"
"Is Dimas named in the investigation?"
No one dared answer. But everyone recorded.
A breeze stirred. The school felt like a beehive that had been sprayed — noisy, confused, frightened. In a corner, Mira sat alone.
She didn't feel victorious. But she felt free.
Her phone buzzed once.
From: Arjuna
"Many are starting to speak. You're not alone now."
Mira stared at the screen for a long time, then turned the phone off. She knew a new storm had just begun. But at least... she had sparked the fire.
On Arjuna's blog, the article had been viewed over 87,000 times. Comments poured in by the hundreds. Some former students began to come forward. Some teachers anonymously sent confession emails.
And at the end of the piece stood a single sentence:
"They say these kids are too young to cause real damage. But we forget — they're also young enough to rebel in ways we never expected."
Dimas began to feel confused and frightened; the plan he had built was starting to crumble. He intended to destroy whoever had foiled him. In his mind appeared two names: Reno and Mira. "Are those two the ones who leaked my plan?"
Elsewhere, Bang Ryo also felt threatened — his status, reputation, and business were at risk. "If that's true, the target is no longer Jora and Noah but me."
"Reno, Mira, you will pay," he thought.
A cold, angry tension spread across his face.
This had entered a very chaotic stage.