Isaac POV
Isaac grabbed Sandra's hand, walking out of the classroom with a heart filled with annoyance. He didn't care about Sandra's screams asking him to let go of her grip on Sandra's wrist. The only thing on his mind was one.
Indra Soedirjo.
Why was that man in this school? Why was that man disguised as a high school student--at his age, it shouldn't be possible to disguise himself as a 12th-grade high school student. This was clearly a mistake. Not to mention, he had to take orders from the school principal, to make sure that fucking bastard's cover would not blow up.
Just the thought of helping an enemy managed to make him sick.
Perhaps to that man, his existence was nothing. If likened to fiction stories, his existence would seem like a side character who would not have any influence with an unclear destiny in life.
