I lounged in my room, sprawled across the oversized armchair.
As I tried to shake off the lingering annoyance of last night's fiasco.
The Saturday sunlight barely crept through my curtains.
Giving the room a gloomy atmosphere that suited my mood perfectly.
Yesterday had been an... event, to say the least.
All that noise, the insults, the fear on their faces.
All of it was intended, carefully orchestrated.
But in retrospect, it wasn't nearly as satisfying as the points I'd gained.
False Evil Points—FEPs—had flooded in thanks to that scene outside my door.
The system chime echoed in my mind.
Each point notification flashing before me in twisted reminders of my so-called achievements.
[+4 FEP] — Cruelly shamed a classmate's family lineage.
[+8 FEP] — Accused student of harboring lewd intentions, expertly shattering her ego.
