The notification arrived. Minjun's hand, which had been doing homework, stopped, and the sentence appearing on the screen was ominously foreboding for no reason. [You have been invited to a group chat] The name of the room was ridiculously ordinary. A meaningless word, a single emoji that looked like a joke. But Minjun already knew. Rooms like this weren't made for conversation. Messages piled up quickly. "LOL" "So quiet in here." "Reading and ignoring us?" Minjun said nothing. In that moment, silence became an admission rather than a choice. Proof of being scared, proof of being an easy target. Why was it Minjun? He hadn't done anything wrong. He just wasn't prominent on social media, didn't show up much in group photos, and didn't react to the posts of the 'cool kids.' That indifference looked like contempt to them. Someone threw out a message. "This is the kid who ran well during PE, right?" "Not like he's acting all that, but it's annoying." With that one comment, the direction was set. The group chat became a courtroom, and Minjun became the defendant who failed to appear. There was no chance for excuses, and explanations weren't even necessary. Soon, other names joined. Accounts with unfamiliar profile pictures that looked like they belonged to older kids. The words "These are the hyungs" were posted casually. Minjun realized then. This room wasn't an invitation; it was a notice. The decision had already been made, and he was on a list he couldn't escape. Nothing has happened yet. But every single sentence on the screen was a herald of what was to come.