Yoojin stood in her dorm room, her fingers gently tracing the design of the small, enchanted bat eye that rested on a velvet cushion. It had been a gift from Harley herself. A reward for her exemplary achievements and her position as the captain of the student council.

The "SorcerEye," as it was known, was a remarkable creation, a magical device capable of capturing and recording moments with precision.

As Yoojin held the SorcerEye in her hand, a sinister smile played on her lips. She had put this powerful tool to use, targeting her fellow student, Chaeng.

Over the past few weeks, Yoojin had been meticulously recording Chaeng's nighttime escapades, documenting her secret rendezvous with none other than Jeon Jungkook.

As Yoojin stood before Harley's office, a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursed through her veins. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door and entered, her heart pounding in her chest.

Harley looked up from her desk, her sharp eyes assessing Yoojin's demeanor. "What brings you here, Yoojin?"

Harley's office exuded an air of ancient wisdom and authority. The walls, adorned with mystical tapestries, whispered of centuries past. Tall bookshelves held a trove of arcane knowledge, and a fireplace crackled with magical flames. Her imposing desk was adorned with crystal orbs and maps, while her high-backed chair bore the emblem of Sylvania – a majestic phoenix rising from the flames. Stained glass windows depicted the school's history in vibrant hues, casting a surreal glow upon the room. In this sanctum of secrets, Harley's presence radiated power and purpose.

Yoojin stood before Harley's desk, her demeanor both confident and respectful. She held in her hand a small, intricately crafted orb – the Sorcereye. With a simple command, the orb unfurled its wings, and it hovered in the air, ready to project the captured moments.

Yoojin nodded and glanced at the Sorcereye, her fingers lightly touching its surface. "Headmistress, I've uncovered information that I believe concerns the reputation and integrity of Sylvania."

Harley leaned forward, her intense gaze fixed on Yoojin. "Explain."

Yoojin took a steadying breath before she began to narrate, her voice confident and unwavering. "You gifted me the Sorcereye, a remarkable artifact that records moments, acts as a camera, and responds to its owner's command."

Harley's eyebrows lifted, clearly intrigued by this reminder. "A remarkable gift, indeed. And how have you employed this Sorcereye?"

"I've used it to observe a student, Chaeng, who has been repeatedly breaking school rules by sneaking out of her room every night to meet Jeon Jungkook in the garden," Yoojin explained, her tone carefully neutral.

At the mention of the students' names, Harley's expression remained impassive, though her eyes held a glimmer of interest. "Continue."

Yoojin directed a touch on the Sorcereye, and it projected the recorded images into the air. The scenes unfolded – Chaeng's late-night escapades, her clandestine meetings with Jungkook, and the whispered conversations under the moonlight.

As the images played out, Harley's demeanor shifted. Her features darkened, and her eyes blazed with anger. The captured moments seemed to incite a fire within her, a fire fueled by a potent blend of disappointment and rage.

"Chaeng Kim," Harley's voice was ice, her anger palpable. "Such a normal girl, attempting to distract my prestigious grandson with her reckless behavior."

Yoojin swallowed hard, her heart racing. She had expected Harley's anger, but the intensity of it still sent a shiver down her spine.

Harley's fingers clenched into tight fists on her desk. "Do you realize the implications of this, Yoojin? My grandson's focus should be on his studies and his responsibilities, not on such cheap distractions!"

Yoojin nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I understand, Headmistress. I brought this to your attention because I knew you would want to address this matter appropriately."

Harley's gaze remained fixed on the images, her anger simmering beneath the surface. "Indeed. I shall deal with this situation personally."

Yoojin bowed respectfully, her expression one of deference. "Thank you, Headmistress. I merely sought to uphold the standards of Sylvania."

Harley's response was a cold nod. "You may go, Yoojin. I will handle this from here."

As Yoojin exited the room, the Sorcereye folded its wings and settled back into her palm.

As the soft hoot of an owl resonated through the room, Harley's gaze shifted to her majestic owl perched on the windowsill. The owl's eyes gleamed with intelligence as it extended a leg, bearing a scroll bound with a crimson ribbon. Harley reached out, detached the scroll, and read its contents.

The words were concise: "Headmistress Harley requests your presence in her office – Urgent."

Harley rolled the parchment and tied it once again to the owl's leg. With a gentle stroke, she released the owl through the open window. It spread its wings and took flight, disappearing into the sky.

Within minutes, a knock echoed at her office door. "Enter," Harley called, her voice holding the authority that had shaped the school for generations.

The door creaked open, revealing a tall, well-built young man with striking features. Robin, the head boy of Sylvania, stepped into the room. His expression was a mixture of curiosity and respect, his posture exuding a natural confidence.

"You requested my presence, Headmistress?" Robin's voice was respectful yet tinged with curiosity.

Harley gestured to the chair in front of her desk. "Have a seat, Robin."

Robin complied, settling into the chair, his posture composed and attentive.

Harley leaned forward, her gaze locking onto his. "I've summoned you because of a matter that requires your attention. It pertains to a situation that, if left unaddressed, could potentially compromise the reputation and values of Sylvania."

Robin's brows furrowed in concern. "I'm here to assist in any way I can, Headmistress."

Harley's fingers tapped on the surface of her desk, her eyes narrowing slightly. "It has come to my attention that a student, Chaeng Kim, has been repeatedly breaking school rules by sneaking out of her room every night to meet Jeon Jungkook in the garden."

Robin's surprise was evident, but he quickly masked it. "I wasn't aware of this, Headmistress."

Harley nodded once, acknowledging his commitment. "Before you go, Robin, summon Chaeng Kim to my office. She needs to be informed of some stuff."

Robin's brow furrowed in confusion, but he nodded. "Of course, Headmistress."

With a final nod, Robin turned and left the office, the door closing behind him. Harley watched him go, her gaze contemplative.

Robin's footsteps echoed down the corridor as he made his way to the dormitory where Chaeng and Eun resided. He raised his hand and knocked on the door, the sound reverberating in the hallway. Moments later, the door swung open, revealing Eun's curious expression.

"Robin? What are you doing here?" Eun inquired, her tone a mix of surprise and suspicion.

Robin's gaze shifted to Eun, his expression solemn. "I'm here on behalf of Headmistress Harley. She wishes to see Chaeng right away."

Eun's eyes widened, a sense of alarm overtaking her. "Wait, why? What's wrong?"

Robin's voice remained steady, betraying no hints of the gravity of the situation. "I don't have all the details, Eun. But it's important. Is Chaeng here?"

Eun hesitated for a moment, then turned her head. "Chaeng, Robin's here to see you."

From within the room, Chaeng emerged, her hair still slightly damp from her recent shower. Her expression was a mix of curiosity and confusion. "Robin? What's going on?"

Robin met Chaeng's gaze, his eyes conveying a seriousness that made her heart race. "Headmistress Harley wants to see you in her office immediately."

Chaeng's breath caught in her throat, her mind racing to understand the sudden summons. "Harley? Why? What does she want?"

Robin's lips pressed into a thin line as he replied, "I don't have all the details, but she asked for you personally."

Eun's concern deepened, her voice a mixture of worry and protectiveness. "Chaeng, should I come with you?"

Chaeng shook her head, trying to hide her own unease. "No, it's fine. I'll go alone."

With that, she walked out of the dorm room, her steps hurried as she followed Robin down the corridor. The journey to the headmistress's office felt longer than usual, each step echoing with her apprehension.

When they reached the door, Robin paused and turned to Chaeng. "Just...brace yourself, okay?"

Chaeng nodded, a knot of anxiety forming in her stomach. Robin pushed the door open, revealing Harley's office with its aura of authority and gravitas. Chaeng stepped inside, her eyes immediately locking onto Harley, who sat behind her desk, her expression a mix of sternness and something else that Chaeng couldn't quite decipher.

Harley's gaze met Chaeng's, and there was a weight to her stare that sent shivers down Chaeng's spine. "Close the door, Chaeng," Harley commanded, her tone brooking no opposition.

Swallowing hard, Chaeng did as instructed, the click of the door sealing her fate in that moment. She walked further into the room, her heart pounding in her chest, her thoughts a tumultuous whirlwind.

"Chaeng Kim," Harley began, her voice firm and unwavering. "I have received some concerning information that needs addressing."

Chaeng's eyes widened, her mind racing to understand what Harley could possibly know. "Information? What...what do you mean?"

Harley's gaze shifted to a magical object on her desk, an intricately designed orb that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly light. "This is the Sorcer Eye, a gift to the student council president – Song Yoojin."

Chaeng's heart skipped a beat, her confusion growing. "Sorcer Eye? What does that have to do with me?"

Harley's gaze bore into her, her tone unyielding. "It seems that this Sorcer Eye has been used to capture certain moments, moments that involve you sneaking out of your dormitory every night to meet someone."

Chaeng's breath caught in her throat, her mind racing to understand the implication of Harley's words. "I...I don't know what you're talking about."

Harley's lips curled into a cold smile, a smile that sent a chill down Chaeng's spine. "Shall we refresh your memory, then?"

With a wave of her hand, the Sorcer Eye sprang to life, projecting images into the air. Chaeng's eyes widened as she saw herself, her movements illuminated in the magical display. The images showed her sneaking out of her room, meeting Jungkook in the garden, moments that she had believed were shrouded in secrecy.

Chaeng's heart raced as she stood before Harley, her face flushed with embarrassment and her eyes downcast. The images displayed by the SorcerEye were a damning testament to her actions, and she knew that there was no way to escape the consequences now.

Harley's gaze bore into her, her expression a mix of anger and disdain. "Pathetic," she spat, her tone dripping with contempt. "You think you can break the rules so flagrantly and then get away with it?"

Chaeng's voice trembled as she replied, "I...I'm sorry, Headmistress. I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

Harley's laugh was cold and devoid of any warmth. "Sorry? That's all you have to say? Do you even comprehend the gravity of what you've done? You have disgraced this institution and tarnished the reputation of your family. And for what? Some childish infatuation?"

Tears welled up in Chaeng's eyes as she struggled to hold back her emotions. "Please, Headmistress, I beg you. I know I messed up, but please don't kick me out of the school. I'll do anything to make amends."

Harley's eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a sneer. "Anything? Do you think your pitiful begging can undo the damage you've caused? I have no patience for students who squander the opportunities given to them."

Chaeng's voice cracked as desperation seeped into her plea. "Please, I'll accept any punishment. I'll do community service, I'll apologize to everyone, I'll—"

"Enough!" Harley's voice cut through the air like a whip, silencing Chaeng's pleas. "You are not fit to be a student here. Your behavior is a stain on Sylvania's legacy, and I refuse to tolerate it any longer."

Tears streamed down Chaeng's cheeks as she fell to her knees, her pride shattered and her heart heavy with regret. "Please, Headmistress, I'll change. I promise. Just give me another chance."

Harley's eyes bore into her, her expression unyielding. "It's too late for promises, Miss Kim. You've made your bed, and now you will lie in it. Leave my office now. I will prepare the necessary documents for your departure and inform your family of your disgrace."

Chaeng's shoulders shook with sobs as she struggled to her feet, her world crumbling around her. The reality of her actions and the severity of Harley's decision weighed heavily on her, a crushing weight that threatened to suffocate her.

As she stumbled out of Harley's office, the door closing behind her, Chaeng felt a mixture of despair and shame. She had lost everything she had worked for, and it was entirely her fault.