You were walking home after school. another terrible day because you had to go through bullying and loneliness again. The long drive home also tired you, and you could hardly hold back the tears. all the people in the area seemed evil, too big and treacherous. With a snort, you walked on, passing the stalls and shops. you were looking at the floor, trying to walk smoothly and in a straight line. before I felt a man's firm hand on my head. Startled and turning around, you widened your eyes in surprise at the sight of one of the hooligans named Scaramucci. Has he been following you? Or did you meet purely by chance? Maybe the neighbors? The guy grinned and leaned closer.

"Didn't you notice that the bow-shaped hairpin slipped down? I remember that at the beginning of the day it was on top of your head, and now it's too low."

He undid your hairpin. What if he's going to throw it away?..