Kairon stood beneath the shade of the canopy, arms loosely crossed as the wind tugged gently at his blazer. His cold gaze drifted across the track and locked onto Ren, who lounged under Class C's tent, still smirking behind those smug, dark sunglasses.
Then, slowly, Kairon exhaled—softly, like a whisper wrapped in steel.
"Bribery. Corruption."
The words slipped from his lips like venom.
"In the world of sport, these are not anomalies. They're inevitabilities."
He turned slightly to the side, watching Ren laugh with Miya, unconcerned.
"Even in something as small and contained as an academy-hosted sports festival... it seeps in. Like rot beneath polished floors. Like poison in a clear glass of water."
His voice deepened, thoughtful—measured.
