5. THE PACTWe never shook hands.We never smiled.But that night, we formed a pact.Not for justice.Not for some closure.But for revenge.I remember the way Harish looked at me that night — calm, unreadable, like he already knew what I was going to do before I did it.He was the opposite of me in every way.I was rage; he was restraint.I had scars; he had strategy.He had a file on every single person links to the school— the teachers, the donors, the ex-students, the victims, the predators, the muter and the silencer. He tracked things that most people forgot to notice.