The class bell rang. Sam kicked a chair out of his way, furious about the message on his phone, and stormed toward the backyard of the class.
As everyone headed to the canteen, a red-colored smoke became visible in the sky. A group of people started talking about it without knowing what it meant.
"Someone angered the fool," a voice said from behind them.
"Jeen's quite well-informed—ask me anything," he added proudly.
But everyone turned their faces away from him. Jeen felt disappointed and sat alone in the corner, like a crybaby.
One of the power holders, Sam, had released that red smoke to summon his gang. He was furious that someone had informed Lord about Taarush. His gang began searching for the leak. Soon, a paper tied to a stone landed nearby—it had a single name written on it:
"It's Ram. Get him."
As soon as Sam saw it, he exploded with rage and rushed to the terrace where Ram usually slept.
Meanwhile, Sanya and Taarush were talking about his kidnapping.
"I heard his name is Lord… do you know him?" Taarush asked.
Sanya shook her head, unaware of who Lord really was.
"I know a guy named Jeen," Taarush muttered. "He might know something."
Back on the terrace, Sam shouted, "Hey, scaredy-cat! Where are you?"
Ram never ran from fights—especially with Sam. He stood up, yawning.
"What happened, fool?" he asked lazily.
Sam charged forward. They exchanged fists; Sam blocked Ram's hit and countered with a punch to the stomach. Ram, quick as wind, struck Sam's chin. Both dropped to their knees, panting.
"As always, fast as a rat," Sam mocked.
Ram laughed. "And you? Did you drop your brain while looking for money on the ground?"
Both grabbed broken iron rods lying nearby. Just as they were about to swing, a duster came flying and hit Sam square on the head. Ram burst out laughing—until another duster came his way. He dodged the first but got hit by the second.
"So this is how you always fight, Ram? Throwing stuff around?"
The air turned heavy. A chilling presence filled the terrace.
Lord had arrived.
Lord was unpredictable — it was hard to tell what he thought or what he wanted.
Ram already knew that uneasy feeling about Lord. "Is this your game?" he asked, glaring at him.
Lord didn't respond. He simply looked away, silent and calm.
As Sam finally calmed down, he turned back. "Next time, you won't escape my punch," he said, walking off.
Ram sighed in relief and sat down on the floor, feeling at ease for a moment.
Lord stepped closer, his voice low and serious. "Ram… be careful. There's a fight coming for us."
Meanwhile, Sam walked through the hallway and spotted Jeen sitting alone. "Why do these fights keep happening nowadays? Who's responsible for all this?" he asked, half annoyed, half curious.
Jeen, as always, spoke like a fool. "It's because of the Lords," he said without thinking.
The moment those words slipped out, he realized it was something he shouldn't have revealed. "Hey, kid, I'm joking! Hehe… forget it," Jeen said nervously, trying to play it off.
But deep inside, Sam could sense something wasn't right.
Jeen, on the other hand, was just playing around — because if he didn't, he knew he'd be bullied again.
"Damn… who are you really, Lord?" Sam muttered under his breath.