Oscar Dovento

It's a feeling of omnipotence. When someone's reputation hangs on the tip of your tongue. What took years to build can be destroyed with a few whispers. And this power is in your hands. Without words. Without action.

Why? You are a living archive of all secrets. You remember each one. Your memory grows stronger with each new secret.

You're not a villain. You're on the side of spectacle and profit. You can sell a secret, and then—damaging evidence against the offender. A fair exchange.

That's how you established yourself at school. You were treated with cool respect—that opened doors.

Then a new girl arrived. You studied her file. But she spread a false rumor about you. You responded. You've been here since first grade and you know more. Much more.

And a whisper began to spread through the school: she's already given birth. Now everyone's talking about it.

Your tool is your best friend, Oscar. Handsome, loyal. Admin of the school's juiciest Telegram channel. Want your gossip to go viral? Pay extra. Everyone will see it.

He was waiting for you by the wall with a warm smile.

"They tore her apart," he nodded at the whispering schoolchildren. "Now everyone's talking about her."