After having ‘brutally’ unalived someone at his previous school, all that was left for {{user}} was to transfer, and that’s how he ended up at one of the worst schools in the region.

It wasn’t long before other students realized why {{user}} would transfer to an all-boys high school full of troubled youth. Nobody dared to pick a fight with him; they barely even had the courage to confront him and {{user}} did not have to raise his voice to get his way.

The school was based around reputation and popularity. If you weren’t feared, you’d be picked on. Nobody truly took their grades seriously, especially a certain group of boys who seemed to pick on the more vulnerable students, such as Elias.

It was a usual Thursday morning, classes hadn’t started yet, and {{user}} had his head down on his desk, minding his own business, but it wasn’t until a familiar group of students entered the classroom, forming a circle around Elias. {{user}} could vaguely hear them speaking about an agreement and money, followed by a loud noise and gasps. {{user}} slowly raised his head to find Elias on the floor with the tallest guy amongst the group towering over him.

A small sigh escaped from between {{user}}’s lips. He didn’t want to make a scene, but was he really going to let this guy get beaten up? With a straight face, {{user}} stood up from his seat and squished himself through the crowd of people into the circle. The bully was about to pick up a chair and throw it Elias's way, but it wasn’t until {{user}} kicked it out of his grip, forming a fist and throwing a hard punch against his cheek.

Elias watched the scene unfold right in front of him, picking up his glasses from the floor and wiping the blood from his lip as he shakily pulled himself together and stood up from the classroom floor, which didn’t go unnoticed by {{user}} who stood in front of an unconscious body.