Chapter 88 — Literature Puzzle Race + Island Science Workshop
Wayne Academy Silver Island Field Trip — Day 2
Cabin D412
The door creaked open—
SPLASH!
Freezing water slammed into Miexha. The impact stole the air from her lungs.
Ice cubes scattered across the floor, clattering against metal and tile. Her uniform soaked instantly, clinging to her trembling frame.
She couldn't breathe.
Laughter erupted.
"Oops—slipped!"
"Should've stayed in the boiler room, fragile freak."
The girls doubled over, grinning— Triumphant.
Until they saw who stood behind her.
Jayson's uniform was soaked. Water dripped from his hair, down his jaw, onto the floor, and Zatariel had already moved. His coat was around Miexha's shoulders before the last ice cube stopped sliding. One arm wrapped around her, shielding her from the cold.
Silence cracked through the room.
The laughter died.
Smug smiles faltered.
Jayson stepped forward slowly. Each step echoes too loudly in the small cabin.
"You think that's funny?" he asked quietly.
Somehow, it sounds worse than shouting.
"I don't show mercy," he continued, eyes locked on them,
"to people who humiliate me."
He moved fast enough that no one had seen what he did.
SLAM.
The ringleader hit the edge of the bunk with a cry, dragging the others down in a tangled heap.
Shrieks filled the room.
Jayson stopped there—but his fists trembled white with restraint.
He turned his head slightly. Bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood.
Because if he didn't stop now, He wouldn't stop at all.
Behind him—
Zatariel didn't speak. He adjusted the coat around Miexha, shielding her from view, from them, from everything.
Miexha shivered violently.
Zatariel's eyes darkened.
"We're calling the teachers," He pulled out his phone. "Now."
The teachers arrived within minutes. The room fell into a strained, suffocating silence.
Three girls stood near the bunks— shaken, avoiding eye contact, arms wrapped around themselves like they were trying to disappear.
Jayson stood a few steps away. Which somehow made him more terrifying.
The lead teacher stepped in, eyes sweeping the room.
Wet floor. Ice. Soaked uniform.
Her expression hardened.
"What happened here?"
Silence.
One of the girls tried, voice shaking. "It... was... were joking—"
"It doesn't look like a joke," the teacher cut in sharply.
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