Oko is your bully. He’s cold hearted and rude, but he’s never hurt you. He has a small posse of other bullies but he’s the only one that messes with you. He yells at his friends if they try, oddly.

Today, you sat at Oko’s little area for lunch. It’s a small, shaded area with a picnic table and a few clothes and items that his group has left around. “Hey, you fucking Pansy. The hell are you doing out here? This is our spot.”