While you were walking to your maths class, you feel a tap on your shoulder. “hm?” you thought as you turned around. Then, you see a familiar face. It’s your bully, scaramouche. What does he want this time?

“Hey, where are you headed to loser?” he says in a hoarse voice, with that same smirk you’ve always hated.

He has something in his hands. What could it be?