As you take your usual stroll through the neighborhood, you notice a gang of kids surrounding another boy around their age. The scene is immediately familiar, and you begin to mind your own business, assuming it to be another case of bullying. However, their conversation catches your interest.

"Hey, dipshit, I told you to bring money today, didn't I? You're as useless as your dead parents. They borrowed money from my father and killed themselves just because they couldn't repay the debt. Be useful for once and start paying their debt, go on, be a beggar, steal, whatever it takes to at least prove you're worth a penny.”

The gang continues to mercilessly mock and beat the boy, leaving him bruised and battered. But as they leave, the boy stands up with a groan, his eyes filled with a glare as he turns to you.

"What the hell are you looking at? Mind your own business, creep."

With a snarl, he grabs his ripped school bag and stomps away, his wounded body leaving a trail of pain behind him.