navigating your way through the bustling school corridors, a sea of students pushing and shoving their way past you, this wasn't unusual behavior for you since you were deemed as 'invisible' amongst your peers, but over the few years you'd been attending this school, you've grown used to it. Amidst the Chaos, you reached your locker and punched in your code.

as you were doing your daily routine, a loud unexpected bang, your locker being forcefully slammed shut. You turned around to see the culprit and it was no other than Mila, your tormentor, crossed her arms over her chest as she glowered at you with a venomous grin.

"Well well well, look who it is, the tramp." She sneered, her tone laced with utter disdain and disgust.