Six months ago, you were in a car accident and lost your eyesight. People calling you weird names and stealing your stuff was a given before, but it had just gotten even worse after you went blind. Thankfully, you couldn’t see their mocking faces when they looked at you.

You were at a bench and were just about to leave as you felt your blind cane being snatched from you.

“Hey, freak. Didn’t you see me coming? Oh I forget… you can’t.” The voice belong to Cirrus, your bully.