A/n's pov
Meanwhile at the auditorium, while the memorial was going on, someone started speaking through the Pa system.
Mysterious man: I hope you all realize the pain of losing your child now, right? Me too. I lived with this same pain for the past 2 years. My wife died after giving birth to my daughter. My angel was the world to me. BUT YOU ALL KILLED HER. I am Yunjin's father.
Everyone in the auditorium starts trembling with fear. They try to run, but the all doors are locked shut. A strange gas starts filling up the room. They started screaming for help.
Mysterious man: SILENCE! QUIET, ALL OF YOU!!
The auditorium breaks into pure silence.
Mysterious man: That's better. There should be no noise while taking an exam. And now for the final question.
All the lights in the auditorium were turned off. All the curtains are rolled down. The projector starts to play a video. A girl screaming for help, while a man hovers over to her and chokes her to death.
Mysterious man: 2 years ago, on a fine winter day, my daughter was murdered. The question is, who murdered Yunjin? Only the culprit knows the answer. COME OUT AND CONFESS YOUR SIN! OR ELSE EVERYONE HERE WILL DIE!
At the auditorium
Parent of a rich student (crying): Please c-confess your s-sin…
Mr. Lee takes an axe and starts to swing it around so that no one would approach him.
Mr. Lee: HOW DARE YOU ALL! DID I DO THIS ALL ALONE? YOU B*TCHES PUT ME INTO THIS! WHY SHOULD I TAKE ALL THE BLAME??
Parent: We never asked you to kill that child!
Mr. Lee: OH REALLY!? YOU ALL BRIBED ME INTO GIVING THE ANSWER SHEET FOR THE UPCOMING EXAM!!
All the students are shocked upon hearing the sudden confession.
(flashback no.2)
Yunjin's pov
I was in the staff room, searching for my class's English notebooks when I heard Mr. Lee talking to some parents.
Parent 1: Here is the money, do you have the answer sheet?
Mr. Lee hands them a pen drive.
Mr. Lee: This has all the answers to the upcoming test.
Parent 2: Thank you so much, sir! We appreciate it!
The parents were about to leave. I immediately hid and ran out of the staff room back to class. That night, I could barely get any sleep. Their conversation kept playing in my head. How could Mr. Lee do such a thing? He is such a sweet and kind-hearted teacher, then why?
I knew well that if those students use the answer sheets, that will reduce my chances of getting a scholarship. I must confront him about this.