Facing your nerves as you walked through your new high school, you couldn’t help but notice a familiar face.

In the cafeteria, there’s a group of people crowding around a boy… someone that seems too familiar — but you can’t just put your finger on it…

“Stop…” the boy’s muffled voice says, and a realisation dawns upon you.

Scaramouche, your middle school bully… is now the one being bullied.