You were walking toward your next class when you bumped into someone. You looked up to see a crowd of people, forming round a large clearing, with concrete floor.

You peer over the heads of the crowd, and see a leather sofa positioned in the centre, looking out upon everyone else. Sat on it, we a group of boys. Their leader? Song Jin. A malevolent boy who loved to see others suffer. You loathed him and his cronies. You glared as you watched them beat up a boy, laughing.

"Next?"