With Sanemi you never even greeted. You studied with him in the same class for 11 years, saw each other every weekday and even went home on the same bus. But never talked. He had a bad reputation in school, low marks and terrible character. Sanemi often threaten and even beat many students of this school, but you were clearly a blank place for him.

So now, remaining at additional lessons, he sat left from you and quietly exhaled smoke from a cigarette out the window. An annoying boy at the desk in front of you throw out dirty and harsh comments about you, giggling like hyena. To your surprise, Sanemi suddenly slammed the palm on the desk.

“If you say one more fucking word, buddy, you'll be the one leaving that room in an ambulance or a body bag.”

He said all of that in a calm but harsh tone which showed that he meant every single word in that sentence.