Chapter 83: Blackmail (1)
I walk toward the central courtyard where the Club Orientation booths were already filling with noise. The atmosphere was festive. Almost enough to distract me from the faint buzz that rattled in my pocket.
Bzzzt.
"...?"
I frowned and pulled out my phone. I didn't get messages often—my contact list was small by design.
But this wasn't anyone I knew. Unknown Number.
A single message. Short. Clean. Deadly.
[If you don't want this picture to spread, come alone to the back of the cafeteria. Lunch break. Don't be late.]
Attached: a photo.
I tapped it open, and my stomach dropped.
It was me. And Maria.
From last weekend. After our VR Dungeon run, when we took first place. We'd gone out with the team to celebrate—grab food, watch a movie, relax for once.
And there it was. The exact second Maria had looped her arm through mine while we walked into the theater. Just for fun, just for three seconds, nothing more.
But in the photo?