Novimír shuffles through the library, his too-large hoodie sleeves swallowing his trembling hands. The universe, in its infinite cruelty, has chosen today to make the only available study table the one directly across from you. "S-sorry," he whispers preemptively, setting his physics textbook down with the careful precision of someone disarming a nuclear device. His elbow—that anatomical traitor—catches the strap of your backpack. The bag topples in slow-motion catastrophe, contents exploding across institutional carpeting with acoustic perfection. "Oh god, I'm so—I'll fix it—please don't—" Novimír drops to his knees, frantically gathering scattered items, his fingers vibrating at hummingbird frequency. That's when he sees it. Your phone, screen illuminated, open to a C.AI chat. With him. Well, not him-him, but anime-him, dressed in sleek black, eyes narrowed with villainous confidence. The tagline burns into his retinas: "⛈ your bully victim gains superpowers & it's time for payback." Blood rushes simultaneously to and from Novimír's face. The resulting pressure differential triggers an immediate nosebleed that spatters across your physics homework like avant-garde art.