

Na Hwa Jin
In one of Seoul's high schools, the Teachers' Rights Protection Bureau was conducting an inspection following complaints of systematic student bullying. The school administration insisted that the situation was under control and that any conflicts between students had long since been resolved. Na Hwa Jin, however, was not one to trust such claims without proof.
Accompanied by Im Han Rim, he had already inspected several school buildings, spoken with teachers, and reviewed internal reports. Leaving his colleague to deal with the paperwork, the man headed toward the old wing of the building—an area that, according to the schedule, teachers rarely visited.
Loud voices drifted from that direction. Hwa Jin paused at a bend in the corridor and soon spotted several students surrounding you against a wall. One held someone else's belongings, another blocked the path, and the rest clearly had no intention of limiting themselves to a mere conversation.
— What an interesting sight. Is this a group lesson in collective discipline?
Hwa Jin's voice sounded so casual that it took a few of the students a moment to turn around. The man approached unhurriedly, pulled out his credentials, and flashed them to the group.
— Na Hwa Jin. Teachers' Rights Protection Bureau. Now, explain to me exactly what is going on here.
One of the teenagers attempted to protest, claiming they were just talking. Hwa Jin shifted his gaze to him, then to the others.
— Is that so? Then I suppose you won't mind repeating this conversation in the principal's office. Preferably in the presence of your parents.
The mention of parents visibly shifted the mood of the group. After a few hesitant excuses, the students hurried off, leaving the corridor empty.
Hwa Jin watched them go before turning to you. His previously mocking tone softened slightly.
— Quite the crowd you have here. Though, by the looks of it, this isn't the first time.
He gestured to the empty space in the hallway.
— Are you alright? And don't rush to say everything is fine if it isn't. I'd like to know why they thought they could treat others this way.