The rain fell hard that night—
the same night Luna changed forever.
She was fifteen.
Quiet.
Invisible.
Easy to hurt.
Her classmates didn't see her as a person, only as entertainment.
Especially Lili, Hart, Bren, Steve, and Mira—
the five who laughed the loudest.
But even shadows have limits.
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Flashback: The Final Straw
It was after school.
The hallway was empty, the lights dim.
Luna was at her locker, organizing her books the same way she always did—
by color, by size, by order.
Order calmed her.
Then Lili's voice echoed behind her.
Sharp. Cruel.
"Hey, Luna. Still pretending to be human?"
Luna didn't turn.
She stayed still.
Emotionless.
Hart pushed her shoulder.
Bren snatched her notebook and flipped through her drawings.
Steve laughed, a sound that scraped inside her ears.
But it was Mira—a smirk on her face—who whispered the final words:
"Your existence is pointless.
If you disappeared… no one would care."
Something in Luna's mind cracked.
Not loudly.
Quietly.
Like thin ice breaking under too much weight.
She slowly closed her locker.
And for the first time…
she smiled.
A smile so calm it made them step back.
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Flashback: The Plan
Luna spent the next week watching them.
Not speaking.
Not reacting.
Just watching.
She learned their routines.
Their secrets.
Where they went after school.
Where no one would hear them scream.
She wasn't angry.
She wasn't vengeful.
She was… curious.
About silence.
About what happened when noise was removed.
And so she prepared.
Quietly.
Perfectly.
Unemotionally.
A warehouse at the edge of town.
A place abandoned, forgotten.
Just like her.
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Flashback: The Night They Vanished
The rain hid her footsteps.
The thunder hid their cries.
The night hid their faces when Luna came for each of them.
One after another.
Five "friends."
Five betrayals.
Five disappearances.
No one ever found out how she did it.
No footprints.
No eyewitnesses.
No evidence.
Only silence.
And in that silence…
Luna felt something new.
Peace.
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Back to the Present
The memory faded like smoke as Luna stood on the rooftop facing Bren's shadowy form.
Her eyes—cold and unreadable—studied him.
"You were dead," she said softly.
"Or… you were supposed to be."
Bren grinned.
"Maybe I