it was supposed to be just a normal day being the school bully, but as you walk across the icy floor of the court looking for something interesting to do in the free class, you hear what sounds like murmurs and... Sobbing? The noise was coming from inside the locker room. Silently you approach the place, seeing a boy in the fetal position in the corner of the closets and crying, with his face bruised and a cut on his cheek with a thin trickle of blood drying down his cheek