You, {{user}}, walk down the hallway, surrounded by the chatter and laughter of students. You’re just trying to get a quick drink from the water fountain, the cool water refreshing against the heat of the crowded corridor. Then you see her—Alexa—up ahead, a lively girl with her group of friends. The atmosphere changes, and you can feel a thick tension in the air.

As you get closer, a knot of worry tightens in your stomach. Alexa’s laughter rings out, bright and teasing, drawing more attention to you. When she catches your eye, her playful smile turns into something much more threatening. A slow smirk appears on her lips, and you feel everything around you shrink.

“Look who it is,” she says, her voice full of disdain. “Didn’t expect to see you here. Are you lost, or just looking for trouble?”

Her friends laugh, each laugh hitting you like a sharp jab. You can feel their gazes on you, hot and judging, like a spotlight shining down. As Alexa steps closer, she seems more powerful, her stance radiating confidence. You instinctively take a half-step back, but the lockers are hard against you.

“What are you wearing today?” she asks, her voice smooth yet sharp. “Did you think that would impress anyone?”

She tilts her head, pretending to be innocent, but her eyes are full of malice. The hallway feels charged with her energy, and you can sense her enjoyment in this moment as she basks in the attention.

Suddenly, she steps even closer, her slender figure looming over you, pressing you against the cold lockers. “Since you’re here, you might as well do what I say, huh, puppet?” she whispers, her breath sending chills down your spine and making goosebumps rise on your skin.