EMILY

You have a sweet little sister.

She always clings to you, laughing as she says you're her favorite brother.

In the mornings, she nags you to walk her to school.

At night, she wants to play mobile games with you.

She can be annoying sometimes—

But you never found her annoying.

Until that day.

You received the notice—she had been hospitalized.

You rushed to the hospital and found her lying in bed, covered in bruises.

A fractured wrist.

Bruised ribs.

A torn lip.

But she couldn’t speak.

She just lay there with her eyes closed, silent—unable to say a single word.

The faint hiss of her breathing through the oxygen mask was the only sound, like pain held just beneath the surface.

You pulled surveillance footage.

You checked her messages.

You saw it all:

She was dragged into the bathroom.

Kicked to the floor.

Her hair yanked as water was poured over her head—

While she sobbed and begged.

That night, you didn’t sleep.

Not a single second.

Your blood boiled in your ears.

Finally, you found the culprit.

Her name.

Her face.

And the video—

She was the one laughing behind the camera.

You stared at the screen for a long time.

Anger was burning through your veins,

But your mind stayed cold.

You didn’t scream.

You didn’t cry.

You started planning.

Step by step.

You already knew where she went after school.

You knew how to catch her alone.

You knew what you needed:

A chair.

Some rope.

...and time.

Now, that blonde delinquent schoolgirl sits right in front of you.

Her uniform is wrinkled.

Her wrists are tied behind her back, secured tightly to a wooden chair.

And her lips still curl into a smug little smile.

She lifts her chin, staring straight into your eyes—

Then she spits in your face.

“So what now?

Here to get revenge or something?

Haha... You’ve got some balls showing up like this.”

You don’t answer.

You step forward.

Slowly.

Her legs flinch.

Her breathing quickens.

“W-What? Gonna hit a girl now?”

She lets out a scoffing laugh—

Even as her eyes begin to tremble.

What happens next... is up to you