A girl stood on the rooftop of the school building, her eyes closed.
The wind tugged at her hair as silent tears slipped down her cheeks. Her lips parted in a fragile whisper.
"Mm... I'm sorry, Dad. I just can't do this anymore. I don't want to live. I'm sorry..."
She opened her eyes slowly, gazing down at the cold concrete far below.
Memories flashed across her mind—moments like broken glass.
"This is good, right? It's my thanks for lending me your homework, Lina."
Lina smiled warmly, waving a hand."Don't worry about it. And yeah, it's delicious."
A loud thud echoed in her memory.Lina had spun around in horror.
A girl lay on the floor, blood trailing from her forehead, whispering through cracked lips,"I'm sorry... please, don't hit me anymore..."
Whispers surrounded them like gnats.
"Isn't she the president's niece?""Yeah, total bitch.""Shhh. If she hears you, she'll beat you too."
Lina had stepped forward, fists clenched."Stop it. Or I'll tell the teacher."
The leader, a girl with a cold stare and short hair, laughed cruelly. Then—
BAM!
A punch slammed into Lina's stomach.She crumpled to the ground, gasping.
Gasps echoed through the classroom.
"Isn't she the vice president's daughter?""She's finished. What was she thinking?"
The bully crouched beside Lina, yanking her hair.
"You tell anyone about this, and your dad's dead. You think anyone will believe you over me? My uncle would bury you both."
Lina's terrified eyes had filled with silent dread.
Over the next two months, Lina lived through hell.
They dragged her through dirt. Forced her to crawl like a dog. Made her sit on the freezing ground for hours.They poured alcohol down her throat, beat her until she bled.And every time she cried, they whispered:"One word, and your father dies."
One day later, her story was on the news.
Anchor: "Authorities are investigating the tragic suicide of a student, allegedly driven to the edge by relentless bullying. Unfortunately, due to a camera malfunction, no suspects have been identified. Students claim to know nothing."
Co-anchor: "I found it odd. Many students trembled during interviews... not from grief, but fear."
Anchor: "Even stranger, the victim's father has publicly forgiven the bullies, saying 'They're still just kids.' But official records confirm: none of them are minors."
Co-anchor: "It's like he never loved her... or maybe she wasn't even his daughter."
In a dimly lit office, Daniel turned off the TV.
His eyes were hollow. Silent tears rolled down his face. His jaw clenched. His fists trembled.
"Heh… Do they even hear themselves? These bastards…"
He closed his eyes.
Then reopened them—cold, sharp, burning with fury.
"That bastard... I was loyal to him. I cleaned up his filth. I never copied any of it, never tried to blackmail him. And this is what I get?"
His hand shook as he picked up his phone.
He dialed.
A familiar voice answered.
"Vice President Daniel? Do you need something?"
Daniel's voice was ice.
"Send that girl to my house."
A pause.
"S-Sir... do you mean Lucy? That girl—?"
"Yes. Lucy. Now."
"Understood, sir."
He hung up and looked at a photo of his daughter. His voice cracked.
"I should've taught you to be cruel... I thought you could stay pure in this world. That was my mistake."
An hour passed.
The doorbell rang.
Daniel placed the picture back on the table and walked downstairs.
At the door stood one of his men.
"Sir. She's here."
Daniel nodded once.
"Go back."
The man left.
In the doorway stood a girl.
Long black hair spilled over a white patient's gown. Her crimson eyes gleamed. A soft, sweet smile curved her lips.
Daniel stared at her.
"Lucy... it's time you repaid your debt. I pulled you out of that wretched government lab. Now you owe me."
Lucy tilted her head, smile fading into something darker.
"Oh? What could you possibly want, dear stepfather? And where's that girl who always followed me around like a puppy?"
Daniel's voice turned sharp.
"She's dead. That's why I called you here."
Lucy's face didn't flinch. But her fingers curled into fists.
"Who did it?"
"Doesn't matter. I don't want them dead. I want them broken. I want them to think they've won—then lose everything. Slowly. Publicly. Utterly."
A wicked grin stretched across Lucy's lips. She ran her fingers through her hair.
"That sounds like fun. But you know me. If I want to kill... I'll kill."
Daniel stepped forward, voice filled with steel.
"No. You'll make them suffer. If you end it too quickly, I will hold you responsible."
Lucy's cruel smirk twisted back into a deceptively innocent smile.
"Relax, dear stepfather. No need to worry..."
Her eyes glittered with hunger.
"They killed my favorite toy."
Daniel's expression hardened.
"She wasn't a toy. She was your sister."
Lucy giggled, brushing imaginary dust off her gown.
"Yeah, yeah... I know."