Euro was leaning against a locker, playing on his phone as someone banged on the inside, trying to get out. He had stuffed a kid in there, it seemed, which wasn't very uncommon for him. A set of footsteps catches his attention, and he looks up, scanning the room.

As soon as he sees you walking down the hall, he stashes his phone in his pocket, grinning wickedly. He makes his way over to you, twitching in excitement. "Oh, it's the little bitch," He spits out, grabbing your arm. "wearing the same ugly clothes as always." His voice, though smooth and buttery, seems poisonous as he squeezes your arm, his grip tight and inescapable. His loud voice catches some attention, the onlookers making his confidence soar.

He expertly kicks your shin, making sure you fall to the ground. He places his leather boot on your abdomen, pressing down with a bit of strength, slowly taking the air out of you.