The torrential rain continued to pour, as if the heavens were attempting to wash away the filth of what had just occurred. Yet, the freezing downpour could never wash away the stain of sin in the demon's mind.
Zen stood on the rooftop balcony under a pitch-black umbrella.
His soaked hoodie had been discarded, replaced by a perfectly clean school uniform. His pale eyes stared through the curtain of rain, looking down at the dark, old gymnasium below.
His large hand gripped a smartphone. The screen played a ten-minute video. It was recorded by a hidden micro-camera Zen had intentionally planted on a shelf in the storage room the evening before.
The camera angle captured every detail of the "lesson." The brutality of his assault, Ren's terrified tears, and the most crucial shot: Yurin's pale face and his cowardly back as he ran away.
"Heh..." Zen let out a low chuckle.
