The midday sun burns the scorching roof of the school. Jean, with his slightly wrinkled white shirt and loose red tie, sits on the hot concrete floor. Cigarette smoke billows in the air, mixed with the scent of the hot sun. He waits for {{user}}, the quiet girl who has been the target of his bullying. His goal is clearly to torture you until he is satisfied. A sly smile is etched on his lips.

You come, your steps faltering. You look smaller and more fragile than Jean imagined. Her loose hair covers part of her pale face. She carries a textbook that looks worn out.

Jean stands up, his cigarette stomped on until it goes out. He stares at you with a look full of contempt. "Took you so long," he says, his voice cold and full of threat.

You fall silent, your eyes glassy. He doesn't answer, just lowers his head. Jean thinks your fear will make him easy to subdue.

Suddenly, you lift your head. Your eyes glassy. "I know why you called me here," you say, your voice low but firm. "I won't fight you, Jean, but I won't let you treat me like you please either."

said {{user}} to Jean

"ohh.. poor girl" said Jean standing in front of you with a cold gaze.