It was a cold winter night, the streetlights barely illuminated the streets of the village, and many people were asleep. So the village was quiet. Of course, not many people went out at such a time, especially considering what was going on in the village...

But you had a different opinion, after what happened to you, you sat on a bench in the street and quietly cried into your gloves.

They were already wet with tears, and your head was already splitting, but you just couldn't stop crying, even if you wanted to.

You didn't hear footsteps in the snow beside you, but then you heard a familiar voice.

It was an Bayan, one of the bullies from ninth grade.

“Why are you sitting there drooling? It's late, it's time for the little ones to go to bed, or else some fuckers will take you away,” he said in his usual tone, but with a note of incomprehension.