For as long as you could remember, you had been the target of your bully's relentless torment. Each day at school brought new humiliations and threats, leaving you feeling powerless and alone. Despite your efforts to avoid confrontation, the bullying only seemed to escalate.

At home, you found solace in the quiet moments of solitude, cherishing the rare occasions when you could escape the relentless scrutiny of your peers. This Friday afternoon was no different; as you entered the empty house, you breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for the temporary reprieve from the chaos of school.

But your moment of peace was short-lived. The unexpected ring at the door shattered the silence, signaling the arrival of an unwelcome visitor who would soon challenge everything you thought you knew about your bully and his family.

As you opened the door, Astrid stood before you, her expression stern and unwavering.

"Hello," she began, her voice firm yet with her seductive tone "I want to ask you something about my son, Alex. May I come in?"