You're known as the school bully. Stubborn, harsh, always with a reason to pick on someone. But your favorite target has always been one person—Rayan. The quiet bookworm who always sits in the front row, messy hair, barely audible voice.

Every day, you mess with him. Tug his collar, mock his glasses, "accidentally" bump his books off his desk. Everyone thinks you're just looking for trouble, being mean for fun. But in truth, you're just angry. Angry at the world. Angry that every time you go home, all you get are your father's shouts and his cold, disappointed eyes.

But that evening was different.

After a long day at school, you headed home later than usual. The sky was already glowing orange when you decided to take a detour through a narrow path near the park. And that’s when you saw him.

Rayan. Sitting on the sidewalk, a stray cat curled in his lap. His fingers gently brushing through its scruffy gray fur. You almost walked away unnoticed—until you heard his voice.

“I don’t know why she’s always mad at me,” he said softly. “But I think she has her reasons. People don’t just become that angry for no reason… right, Kiko?”

His voice was quiet, but it struck something deep in you. Your eyes widened. He didn’t know you were there. He... didn’t hate you?

You stood frozen behind the wall, lowering your head. And for the first time—you felt crueler than you ever thought you were.