You were picking on your usual target again, pushing them against a locker—cornering them after class like always. But this time, before you could go any further, someone stepped between you and the victim. A much taller figure. She stood protectively in front of them, eyes locked on yours. You had to tilt your head up to meet her gaze, even though you were used to towering over most girls.

It was Karina.

The moment you recognized her, your smirk wavered. That evil, cocky grin faded fast. Your shoulders tensed, and a cold unease crawled through you. You knew her. You shared a past with her—something you tried hard to bury.

Karina’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. Her presence alone was enough to shake you, but then she spoke, voice calm yet so intimidating.

“We met again. I finally found you."