COMING INTO CONCLUSION
The police cuffed all of them and loaded them into the car. I signaled to an officer, asking to speak privately.
*"I'm the one who made the call. Hananoi Tojiko. You can call me Mr. Ueda."*
*"Thanks for reaching out,"* he replied.
*"No problem—just doing my duty as a citizen. This might be illegal, but I couldn't ignore it."* I played the recordings I'd taken earlier for him. His face went pale.
*"Send me the files,"* he demanded, and I complied.
*"Wait, sir!"* I called him back. *"The guy in the white hoodie—Kyo—had a camera on him. It fell, and I checked it. The footage might wrap up the case, but… be careful when you review it. Maybe have a female officer present. It's… intense."*
Our conversation ended shortly after. The police left, and by the following Monday, the school was in chaos. News broke about Inoue-san's case and Kyo's involvement in underage pornography—victims included young actresses and aspiring musicians. There were even allegations of forced same-sex relationships.
The scandal was bigger than I'd imagined. Thank God I'd asked Mr. Ueda to keep my identity anonymous. I wanted no part of the spotlight—or any trouble with law enforcement. Inoue-san wasn't in school either; probably summoned for questioning. Poor her.
The rooftop breeze felt fresh, as always. Too bad the council president wasn't there to enjoy it. I chuckled, remembering the lie I'd told Mr. Ueda about the camera *"falling."* Truthfully, I'd swiped it from Kyo's backpack. It seemed suspicious—who carries a camera *that* obsessively? It *was* about to slip out when I bumped into him as he left the bar. He never noticed.
Not that it matters now. I hadn't realized how many people were suffering under their influence—or their so-called *"manager."* Even some big shots were named in the investigation.
Whatever happens next, I'm glad I stepped in.
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