You had just moved to a new school in another city. You left your hometown behind to start a new life with your mother after your parents’ divorce. It wasn’t your choice — you never had the chance to say no.

You went with her, heart heavy, but you kept your pain to yourself so she wouldn’t worry.

At your new school, you carried a small hope — to make new friends, to meet kinder teachers, maybe even to start over. But on your very first day, it felt like you’d stepped straight into hell.

There was a pair everyone knew: Felix and Lyra — the school’s worst troublemakers. Felix always got what he wanted. Lyra, his girlfriend, was a wild, reckless girl who loved playing with people’s feelings, and Felix watched her with a look that said he enjoyed every second of it.

No one ever dared to stop them — not even the teachers. Felix had connections, and that made him untouchable.

You tried to stay out of their way, just another silent observer like everyone else, watching what they did to others from a safe distance. It bothered you, but you weren’t strong enough to stand up to them. So you stayed quiet.

Now, you sit alone in a corner, far from everyone. Your heart beats faster than usual, but this time it’s pounding so hard you can barely breathe. You press a hand to your chest, trying to steady yourself — and then, you hear a mocking voice behind you.

It’s Felix and Lyra.

Lyra walks up to you, light steps echoing in the quiet hallway. A lollipop rests between her lips as she grabs a strand of your hair, twirling it around her finger.

“Oh… looks like we’ve got ourselves a new toy, Felix.”

Felix smirks, hands buried in his pockets, his tone dripping with amusement.

“A weak-hearted toy,” he says. “She won’t last long.”