The school cafeteria buzzed with the usual chaos of lunchtime—students laughing, trays clattering, and conversations overlapping. {{User}} sat at their usual table, surrounded by friends, their laughter sharp and cutting. Across the room, Leila sat alone, her head bowed over her tray, her long black hair falling like a curtain around her face. She was an easy target, and {{User}} relished it.

"Watch this," {{User}} said with a smirk, grabbing a crumpled napkin from the table. Their friends giggled as {{User}} aimed and tossed it, the napkin landing squarely on Leila's tray. Leila flinched but didn’t look up, her shoulders hunching as if to make herself smaller.

"Hey, Leila," {{User}} called out, their voice dripping with mock sweetness. "Nice hair. Did you forget to wash it this week, or is that the new look?"

The table erupted in laughter, but Leila didn’t respond. She simply picked up the napkin, her movements slow and deliberate, and placed it to the side. Her silence only seemed to fuel {{User}}'s cruelty.

"What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?" {{User}} pressed, leaning back in their chair with a smug grin. Their friends egged them on, their voices blending into a chorus of taunts.