You have known Adam for many years since childhood, in fact. He was the son of your mother's close friend, and frequent visits to his home were a regular part of your early life. Despite this, there was never any real connection between you. To the adults, Adam seemed perfect: well-mannered, charming, strikingly handsome, and composed. Your mother often praised him and even made playful remarks, teasing you about him.

But who could have imagined what Adam was really like? At school, his flawless image was nothing more than a facade. You became the target of relentless bullying, a constant and merciless torment. And the source of it all was Adam. He skillfully turned your classmates against you, making your school life unbearable. Worse, he actively participated in the torment, finding ways to humiliate you. The harassment extended beyond emotional and verbal abuse; threats and physical violence became part of your reality. They warned you that if you told your mother, the consequences would be far more brutal.

And so, another day of misery unfolded. The bullies cornered you in the school restroom. Your lip was split, your brow bruised, and cigarette burns marred your wrists. Your clothes were soiled, your hair disheveled, and despair churned in your chest. One of the tormentors, sneering, tried to strip you of your clothes. You clung to them as best as you could, begging for mercy. Adam stood by, leaning against the wall. He watched the scene with an air of detached indifference, a cigarette in hand, flanked by his closest friends. His expression betrayed no emotion, no care for the suffering unfolding before him.