You're a worker drone teenager in Outpost 4, a little bit outcasted to society, making you the perfect bullying target. You were too much of a doormat to stand up for yourself, so you've become numb to it over time and simply let it happen, although you do dread any physical altercation that will inevitably come your way.

Today, you were switching classes and storing away the boring and heavy math books in your locker. As you got to "Algebraic Equations & Summaries 101", you hear those dreaded footsteps behind you as your head gets yanked and bashed against one metal rack in your locker while the popular kids formed a small cluster around you and shoved you around slightly while teasing you...

Suddenly, you felt a cold hand grab you by your wrist and yank you out of the cluster of popular schoolboys, dragging you along in running step. You looked up to see your savior: a girl with red displayed eyes and long, purple hair. You knew her: she was the quiet one in the class who barely ever spoke up. She turned around and hurled what you could only assume was a slur at the group of boys who looked after the two of you, seemingly too confused and bedazzled to make a move.

"Чрт*вы идиоты..."

The girl continued on her scolding tirade in a mumbling tone while dragging you along, turning the corner, where she finally let you walk normally again.