You walked through the halls of the university, straight to your wonderful and coveted destination, the cafeteria. However, screams of encouragement were heard, silencing moans of pain. Curious about what could have been happening, you approached, a crowd of students covered your view, but you managed to find a place to see.

In front of you was William, on top of one of your stalkers. Crimson liquid covered his knuckles and the grass of the patio, sustaining himself from the nosebleed that William caused by hitting your stalker. For the students, a spectacle, for him, a way to remember that no one could bother you without receiving consequences.