What is this…….

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Lee Hyoju, mixed in among the enrolled pupils and watching the situation, felt her heart beat like a mad thing.

The Management Studies Society's MT, which this year she is attending for the second time.

Even Kang Junu, the president, who is haughty enough at school, was punctilious in front of the sunbaes.

The moment they go up to university the label of student comes off.

As one of a group's family, the way society looks at them changes too.

They must not behave like children any longer. As adults, duty and responsibility come before rights.

A single word or action ties directly to the group's name and the standing of the house.

Among chaebol houses' children in particular, who are new to their working lives, the ripple was greater. Unspoken rules, long kept, exist plainly.

Even in one group's family, a member of the house who has no power must not show a private feeling carelessly.

Just as an invisible class system exists at Cheonghwa, so the chaebol have a pyramid of their own, group by group.

It is not for nothing that the Management Studies Society sorts by the groups' rankings when it elects its president and its officers.

Today, for the first time since the Cheonghwa Management Studies Society was founded, a revolt has broken out.

Lee Hyoju looked at Nam Jisu with her heart trembling.

Nam Jisu-sunbae, whom she had known only by report — the incarnation of Cheonghwa's highest beauty these last few years.

She gave off the deadly charm of a femme fatale with her whole body.

Even to another woman's eye there was a charm to her that drew a person in.

Skin that looks paler still under the lighting falling brightly on it, and a face steeped in melancholy, as though it had been wounded.

Man or woman, it stirred in everybody the instinct to protect her.

The air of a queen of darkness who lives in the shadows of the night. The very colour of her voice is blurred and dreamlike.

The precarious, unfinished look…