He remembered the incident vividly.It was on the train.He just wanted to fix the strap of his sling bag—the strap had gotten caught on his elbow.But when his hand moved backward...
Thud.
Sarah—the girl standing behind him—lost her balance and fell.
And at that exact moment—Caleb's hand reflexively shot backward. Landing right on her ass.
That was the moment the world shifted.
"You… SEXUAL HARASSMENT!!"
A hard slap landed across his cheek.Her voice was sharp. Firm. And worst of all… perfectly tuned to draw a crowd.
Instantly, people gathered.Someone grabbed his collar. Someone else screamed.
"WHAT DID YOU DO, HUH!?"
"YOU SICK FREAK!!"
"DON'T YOU DARE RUN!!"
Caleb could barely mutter,"It was… a misunderstanding…"
But who cared?
And that… was only the beginning.
The next day—Viral.
Fucking viral.
Caleb's face was everywhere.
Captioned: "Pervert Youth Violates the Sanctity of Public Transportation."
But the most disgusting part of it all?
Sarah.
Her performance.
On camera, she said:"I forgive him. I don't want this incident to ruin someone's future."
Her eyes glistened. Her voice trembled just right.
White-Knight flooded her with prais
"A strong woman."
"So forgiving."
"A true role model."
But it was all bullshit.
A few days later, she popped up on a TV interview—this time relaxed, smiling.
"I've always been used to riding trains. Even though my parents gave me a private car, I prefer experiencing the harshness of real life."
"But yeah, I didn't expect that day to come. The day my comfort was… taken from me."
Comfort.
That was the word that made Caleb want to vomit.
"I nearly got beaten up over a reflex and she plays the comfort card?" Caleb clenched his knees, jaw tightening.
"I'll make sure to deliver that comfort right into your face one day."
Caleb's cracked phone screen lit up again.[DhatSupp: 1 new message from Luna]
"Caleb… are you okay? I don't know how to help, but… you're not struggling right now, are you?"
Caleb stared at the message in silence.
Luna. A beautiful MILF, gentle, with eyes that always looked worried—but warm.His mother's best friend.
An adult who never acted like she knew everything, never tried to control him… but was always there.
Caleb gave a faint smile.His thumb began to type:
"I'm fine. Don't worry, Luna. I'm not that weak."
Send.
He leaned back on the park bench, looking up at the sky turning yellow with dusk.He always remembered Luna.
The woman who once said:
"Your mom wasn't just a survivor, Caleb. She was a savior."
"Without her… a lot of us wouldn't have made it out of that place."
Caleb took a deep breath.Then opened his mobile banking app.
Balance: $ 0.00
He stared at the empty screen, face blank. But inside his chest, something began to boil again.
"I sold everything just to shut the world up."
Lawyer fees.
Hacker fees.
Desperate attempts to wipe his digital footprint, so his name would stop clinging to search engines.
All for one thing: So Sarah would shut up.
And what did he get? Sarah raked in attention.
Used the moment to brand herself as an "inspirational survivor."
Talk show appearances.Skincare sponsors.
A local clothing brand even made a limited edition "Comfort Shirt" based on her quote.
Caleb clenched his fists.
His fingers trembled on his knees.
"I paid a fortune to stay silent. She gets paid a fortune to run her mouth."
His head dropped.
"And now… I'm broke, sleeping in a park."
Caleb could do nothing but accept the world's injustice—While a rich girl from a rich family got even richer…From a minor incident.
Caleb let out a quiet sigh.The night air was still sharp against his skin—damp and heavy.
Park lights flickered weakly in the distance, sometimes swallowed up by the still shadows of overhanging branches.
He glanced around.
The grass was a mess. Food wrappers everywhere. Cigarette butts rotting on the bench across from him. An empty plastic bottle just lying there next to a trash can that probably hadn't been touched in weeks.
Trash.
This place, this world... all of it felt the same.
Caleb slouched back on the bench and muttered to himself, half-sarcastic:"If someone walked by right now...I'd totally hijack them and make 'em clean this whole mess up."
But that thought dragged his mind somewhere else.
"...Wait," he blinked. "That first guy I hijacked...what ever happened to him? DId he will remem—"
Before his brain could go deeper—
[Ding!]
Target's memories will adjust to whatever makes the most sense to them.
--
Caleb exhaled again.Makes sense... to them?