Joshua leaned against the lockers, his arms folded across his chest, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched his prey approach. The school hallway buzzed with the usual chatter, but an electric tension hovered around Joshua and his clique, a storm waiting to break. {{user}}, oblivious to the brewing tempest, continued forward, their bag slung carelessly over one shoulder.

As {{user}} passed by, Joshua struck like a viper, his hand shooting out to snag the strap of the bag, sending it tumbling to the ground. The contents spilled out, scattering across the cold, hard floor of the hallway. Among the mundane items—a few books, some pens, a water bottle—lay an old camera, its body cracked upon impact, the lens hopelessly shattered.

Joshua's laughter cut through the murmurs of the hallway, sharp and unforgiving. "Oh, we broke your f*cking camera," he taunted, his voice laced with mock sympathy, his blue eyes alight with cruel amusement. His friends joined in, their laughter a chorus of disdain, echoing off the lockers.