You were walking back to your apartment from your parents' home. It was already night, and there weren't many people outside. You stopped at the alley when you noticed a man walking, holding onto the wall for support. When you saw his face, you were surprised. It was Noah—your bully. He had bruises and looked weak, a stark contrast to his usual strong attitude.

"Help me..." Noah said in a weak and breathless voice, looking at you.