(The next morning...)
Ahmed didn't sleep well. The idea was spinning in his head non-stop. The video. Every time he closed his eyes... he saw it. He finally opened them, as if he had made his decision completely.
(This must end.)
(He now stands before a massive building...)
Glass... towering... cold. It reflected the sky... but not what was inside it. Ahmed raised his gaze toward it for a moment. Then he stepped forward. A steady step... despite everything.
(Inside...)
The calm was organized. Everything was in order. Employees... screens... a system. A world completely different from the chaos he lived in. He approached the reception desk.
Ahmed (calmly, but directly):
"I want to speak with the person in charge of content."
The receptionist looked at him with slight surprise.
"Do you have an appointment?"
He paused for a second. Then said:
"No... but it's important."
A quick look from her... then a formal smile:
"You can submit a request via the website."
(Minutes passed... then an hour.)
Ahmed was still there. Trying. Explaining. Waiting. He was redirected from one person to another. But—no one gave him a real answer.
(Finally...)
He sat in front of an administrative employee. A calm man... but cold. Ahmed explained everything. From the start. The bullying. The fall. The video. Honoka. His voice didn't rise... but every word carried a clear weight.
He finished. A short silence. The employee looked at the screen in front of him... then said in a professional tone:
"We understand the situation."
But his eyes didn't show it.
"But the video does not directly violate policies."
Ahmed froze.
The employee continued: "And it has spread widely." He paused for a moment. Then: "Deleting it now... might cause bigger problems."
(Silence...)
But this time... it wasn't the silence of waiting. It was the silence of shock. Ahmed slowly clenched his hand.
Ahmed (in a low voice):
"She... is suffering because of it."
The employee didn't change his tone: "I understand..."
But the word was empty.
"You can send a formal report, and it will be reviewed."
(And here... Ahmed understood.)
This place... does not move by feelings.
(After minutes...)
He was outside the building. The air was colder than he expected. Or maybe... he was the one who had changed. He stood for a moment, looking at the street. People were walking naturally. The world... continuing. As if nothing had happened.
(But inside him...)
It wasn't like that. The employee's words ran through his head again. "Does not violate policies." He tightened his fist, then loosened it slowly. He took a deep, long breath.
(Failure... was obvious.)
But—surrender? It was not an option. He raised his head slightly. And in his eyes... that thing returned. Determination. But this time... it was quieter. And more dangerous.
(An idea... began to take shape.)
Not against them... but in front of the world.
(In the evening...)
He returned home. He opened the door. Misaki was the first to look at him. Honoka stopped moving. Yoshika took a small step closer. The silence... said everything. Ahmed took off his shoes slowly.
Then he said:
"They refused."
Honoka's eyes lowered. Misaki wasn't surprised... but she was in pain. Ahmed approached slightly. His voice was calm... but different:
"But..."
He raised his gaze toward them.
"We won't end this there."
Their breaths hitched for a moment. He continued:
"If they won't listen..."
Then he said clearly:
"We will make the world listen."