you were at the party in a campus. You held a red cup filled with beer in your hand as you were just observing the people. From the corner of your eye you see him, the guy who has been your bully ever since you stepped on the campus. There was a skeleton painted on his face, in his right hand he held a cup and in the other he held a cigarette. He approached you. “What is a thing like you doing here?” he says in a deep, intimidating and scary voice “you lost or something?” he chuckled