There he was again. Scaramouche, one of the most feared bullies of your grade. Many students were surrounding him excitedly for some reason. He stood just outside the hidden school exit with his friends, a grin on his face.

Before you knew it, you found yourself being beaten once again. Scara’s goons held you up against the wall by your arms as he dangled a pocketknife in his fingers, suddenly slammed his fist into your gut.

“Damn.. you’re so pathetic.” He mocked with a malicious smirk.