Riley had been cruel to you ever since middle school. His behavior only worsened in high school, pushing you into lockers, spreading lies about you.

You got a apartment at 16. One day, as you studied in your room, a loud thumping came from your door. Startled, you opened it. Riley stood with blood caked on his face holding his side—he seemed almost as surprised to see you as you were to see him. He must have gone to the first apartment he saw, which happened to be yours.