A defeat [A Yandere Simulator OC story]

The tape

Forgive me if the format looks weird. I've given up on trying to adjust it because it takes too much of my time and it doesn't even work.

I froze. Who could be observing me? I looked around me, but as I should've expected, nobody was there.

"Who are you?" I wrote back.       
"I'm known as Info-chan."     
Info-chan? I'd never heard that name. Either various people at this school knew about this person, or they just had a weird way of wording sentences. But, back to the main point - how could they see me?!

"Why are you observing me?" I replied, after thinking for a bit. There must've been some cameras from which they could monitor me... and the rest of the school, naturally. That creeped me out. I tried searching for bugs, but in vain.

"Give up. It's not worth trying." That message brought me back to reality, and I unconsciously shivered, thinking that someone was able to see me.

"Let's make a pact. You listen to the tape and tell me about its contents. In return, I won't bother you anymore." "Are you spying on me from my phone?"
"No."
"How can I be certain?" Despite the strange request, the thing I cared the most about was my privacy. The most atrocious thing was a stranger having unlimited footage of me.  Info-chan sent me back a slightly blurry photo, from which I could still make out my figure, seen from above. Probably to prove I could be seen from some cameras around the school.

I still didn't trust them. They got my number, which I hadn't shared with anyone, through unknown means, after all. They must've had uncanny computer skills, so I didn't want to risk it.

"If there's something I want in return, it's the guarantee that you aren't spying on me from my phone or against my will... which you're already doing."
"If these are the terms you want to set, well, I can't complain. But I could do things way more frightening that simply spying on you from your phone."
"Such as?" This could be a prank, or maybe not. But I had to know everything I was risking.
"Spread false rumours about you. And that's only because you're new at this school and I still haven't managed to find out all of your secrets."
"Oh, that's really unfortunate. Perhaps I should spill them to you now?"
"Very funny. Now, I suggest you take the audiotape player from the Computer Lab. That'll be an easy task, right? Since you've already used it."

"And I know for sure there are other tapes, but none of the people I've contacted have found them, or if they did, they've probably snuck them. Just make sure to find them all; I'm going to give out some locations and continue searching for them, but you can do it yourself during your patrolling shifts."
"They haven't found them? Are you saying that you have people who pretend to be students go to school and search for this stuff?"
"No, they're actual students. And I have a business. Don't you already know about this?"
"From the priceless expression on your face, it sure looks like you do not. Well, some people are willing to photograph girls' underwear and give them to me in exchange for favours. I then sell these to boys and girls at this school. And I make lots of money."

Did things get that worse? Was any of that true?...At that moment, more than ever, I wish I'd chosen another school.

"You're disgusting."
"If that disgusts you especially because you fear being one of my victims, then fret not - I have no photo of yours. There probably isn't anything to see, either."
I didn't like where this conversation was going. I was considering blocking them, but I'd been scared since the first message, and I really didn't know what to do. Why did I have to get involved in this? An uneasy, feverish feeling was building up in my stomach.

"Well, anyways, just find the tapes and then send me a recording of their audios. And if you try lying, just know that I'll lay my hands on them someway. The only reason I'm not doing this yet is because I don't want to reveal to you my assistants' identity."
"Who said I agreed to this in the first place?" I realised, after texting back, that I sounded erratic. Just before I laid down some conditions, and now I was stepping back.