Villain Is on Vacation



In a few moments, Rain's eyes fell upon the name of the club's president: Arya Hillson. Despite his calm demeanor, Rain couldn't help but be taken aback by this revelation.

"Arya? So she's the one behind all this?" Rain murmured, his thoughts racing to make sense of the situation. "Arya, my stalker? This is beyond unexpected."

The absence of any hints or indications in the game or the only added to Rain's confusion. How could a heroine become so obsessed with a villain like him?

"No, it doesn't make any sense," Rain pondered, his mind grappling with the implications. He contemplated whether his live streams and actions had somehow triggered this unsettling behavior, even though he couldn't recall any direct interaction with Arya.

"This is unsettling. I should take some measures to ensure my safety," Rain decided, his calm demeanor masking an underlying unease.

Without hesitation, Rain set his hacking skills into motion. With the "Rain's Fan Club" website unconnected to the Academy forum, it proved to be an easy target for his expertise. Skillfully, he breached the website's security, infiltrating its core with a meticulously crafted virus.

The virus, like a dormant predator lying in wait, blended seamlessly into the website's code. It was designed to activate upon future access, spreading its digital tendrils through the club's network, disrupting their activities and rendering their online presence inoperable.

Satisfied with his efforts, Rain knew that his actions would temporarily restrict or potentially shut down the club's activities. However, a lingering feeling of unease remained, as if there was something more sinister lurking within the group.

"Well, for now, their activities will be limited. But I can't let my guard down," Rain concluded, making a mental note to remain cautious in dealing with this potentially unsettling group. The dormant virus he implanted was a safeguard, a digital sentinel watching over his virtual domain.

As Rain contemplated Arya's recent behavior, a mix of curiosity and concern compelled him to delve deeper into the situation. "What could have happened to Arya? Has she transformed into some sort of pervert or obsessive stalker?" he wondered aloud, his mind swirling with questions. Determined to find answers, he decided to embark on a thorough investigation.

With his hacking skills at his disposal, Rain swiftly accessed Arya's phone using her identification. While he couldn't shake off a sense of unease at invading someone's privacy, he recognized the necessity of this intrusion to uncover the truth.

As the digital landscape of Arya's phone unfolded before him, Rain's eyes scanned through the contents, searching for any clues or suspicious activities. He found himself navigating through various sections, each offering a glimpse into Arya's world.

Opening the photo gallery, Rain was met with a collection of images. Much to his expectation, the majority of the photos featured himself. A mixture of emotions washed over him, ranging from bewilderment to a strange sense of flattery. 

Moving on to the messaging app, Rain discovered a flood of messages directed to him. The count displayed 1000+, a staggering number that left him astounded. His curiosity piqued, he delved into the messages, scrolling through the extensive history.

The messages spanned a wide range of topics, from seemingly innocuous exchanges to heartfelt confessions and declarations of admiration. Rain couldn't help but be taken aback by the intensity of emotions expressed in the messages. It was evident that Arya's fascination with him extended far beyond casual admiration.

While he had gained insights into Arya's infatuation, the true motivations behind her actions remained elusive. The more he delved into this intricate web, the more he realized that there was a complexity to the situation that he had yet to unravel.

"This is the abyss. I shouldn't go any further," Rain murmured, his voice laced with a hint of caution. Despite his reservations, a glimmer of curiosity enticed him to explore further, leading him to stumble upon Arya's electronic diary. It was a delicate decision, one that required a delicate balance of respect and intrusion.

With a mixture of trepidation and fascination, Rain opened the diary, allowing himself a glimpse into Arya's innermost thoughts and experiences.

Each entry painted a picture of her life, revealing personal details ranging from her daily routine to her school schedule. It was an intimate look into her world, one that Rain couldn't help but acknowledge as an intrusion into her privacy.

As Rain journeyed through the pages, he came across mentions of their past.

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Dear Diary,

Middle School - Grade 8

Today was another ordinary day at school. We had classes, lunch break, and some after-school activities. Nothing particularly exciting happened. I did see Rain in class, though. He's my classmate, and we've known each other for a while. We talk and together sometimes. He's a bit mysterious but also very charming. I wonder what he thinks about me.

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Rain's eyes widened, and he leaned in closer, absorbing every word with a mix of surprise and anticipation.

"Mysterious yet charming, huh."

He couldn't help but wonder what she truly thought of him. He started skimming through the entries. 

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Dear Diary,

High School - Grade 10

I can't believe Rain and I are in the same high school. It feels like fate brought us together. We've become friends, and it's been amazing. We hang out during breaks, and even study together sometimes. Rain is so talented and popular. I'm grateful to have him as a friend. 

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As Rain read Arya's diary entry, a mixture of emotions washed over him.

"I can't believe we were once friends... or at least, that's how Arya perceived it." 

A bitter smile formed on his face as he reminisced about their high school years, his eyes clouded with a hint of sadness.

"Friends...."

The mention of Arya's gratitude for having him as a friend stirred up a feeling of disappointment within Rain, his brows furrowing and his gaze turning distant.

"Grateful to have me as a friend? If only they knew how many times I trained alone, pouring my heart into my passions..." 

The stark contrast between Arya's perception of their friendship and the reality of Rain's experiences left a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Our friendship was never what she thought it was."

While relief washed over him that there were no signs of Arya's previous obsession in the current entries, a lingering unease settled within Rain. 

"No signs of obsession... for now. But this shifting tone, it makes me wonder if it's just a temporary calm before the storm."

Rain couldn't help but brace himself for whatever was to come, as the shift in tone hinted at a potential change in their dynamic. 

Add Rain's emotions and facial expression when he speaks. 

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Dear Diary,

Yesterday was Rain's birthday. Aa his friend and classmate, I was invited in the birthday party. I expected Rain to be there, like he always has been in the past. But he didn't show up. It was disheartening. I tried reaching out to him, but he had blocked me. I don't understand why he would do that. Did I do something wrong? 

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As Rain read Arya's diary entry about his birthday, a mix of emotions washed over him. Confusion, frustration, and a tinge of guilt played on his face.

"So, Arya noticed my absence and tried to reach out..." Rain snickered as he saw this. 

He didn't send any message to Arya because he didn't have much reaction to her. Furthermore, she had neutral reaction with Rain in plotline. Neither hateful nor likable. 

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Dear Diary,

I found out that Rain blocked many people, not just me. I guess I shouldn't take it personally, but it still hurts. It feels like he doesn't care about our friendship anymore. I tried to convince myself that it's not a big deal and that I should move on. 

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As Rain read Arya's diary entry about his decision to block multiple people, he felt she was too slow to see things. 

"She didn't notice anything?" He couldn't help but wonder.