(Yes, let's start. It wasn't hard to find Sam; I just had to type his name into Instagram. His full name is Sam Marlon, and he's in the third year of high school. He thinks he's in the mafia, what a fool! With that brain, he can't do anything. He has two sisters, but this information isn't very important. I knew this would be simple. I logged into his account easily with the trial passwords I sent him and checked his DMs. I found the other members of the group. Apparently, they're dumb enough to message each other on Instagram. There are a total of eight of them, all attending the same high school, thinking they're in the mafia. I'm not surprised; their messages, names, and information were sent to the police anonymously. Let's see if they can pull off their mafia-like antics against the police.)
After giving the police the necessary information, our character went to sleep.
The Next Day
(Start the day with good news; it really feels great. I called the police anonymously again this morning, and they told me they would give the necessary punishments to the individuals involved. They also thanked me. I didn't expect it to happen so quickly, and this news made me feel good.)
After completing his necessary tasks, our character left home and got on the school bus.
Samuel: I hope we don't get caught. What are we going to do, guys?
Leo: Samuel, we didn't do anything. Why would they arrest us just because we were friends with them?
Jack: Samuel is right; they'll question us to get information.
Oliver: You guys are idiots. I told you not to hang out with them.
Leo: Who the hell is this anonymous person? They don't even have the guts to call from their own number.
Lucas: They probably haven't got the guts.
Anna: Why would they reveal themselves? They don't want to deal with losers like you.
Leo: The person who did this is a high schooler. Exactly, Anna. Keep thinking like that, and you'll live a long life.
Anna: Why not? It's possible.
Samuel: Okay, we have no choice but to wait. We should avoid being seen too much. People know we were friends with them. I hope no reports go to the police about us.
Ethan: You're right, Samuel.
(Sometimes you don't have to look far for the person you're searching for; maybe the person you're looking for is very close.)
The first class begins, and our character enters his classroom.
Teacher: As you all know, a group of students from our school was arrested by the police yesterday. An inspector will come to the school today to check things out. Some of you were very close friends with those who were arrested, so please remain quiet and calm when the inspector arrives. Don't act foolishly; none of us want anything to happen at school. I hope you all follow the rules.
(Is telling them to stay quiet and not act foolishly instead of teaching them the truth really the best approach? What kind of nonsense is this? This is ridiculous! If they taught them the right way, maybe they wouldn't befriend people who do these things in the future. But I'm not surprised. The current education system aims to enslave people rather than educate them. They prepare them not to rebel against their 9-5 jobs, teaching them things that won't help them in life, so they won't wake up. They know very well what will happen if they do wake up.)
After School
(In short, it was a boring day, filled with unnecessary conversations. Let's skip to what really matters.)
Our character got home and sat down at his computer.
(After what I did, I feel like a hero. It was a pleasure for me, and I'm proud of myself.)
(Let's have some fun.)
While checking his emails, our character saw a new message.
Email: Alright, you're quite successful at your job. We can meet. (Leonardo Moretti)