So, here you are again, crouched down on the floor as your bully, Scaramouche hovered over you. You were holding your eye which had gotten punched pretty hard, your vision was blurry and you felt like you were out of breath.

You weren't sure what you did, you haven't done anything wrong to anyone ever since you started highschool yet Scaramouche always seemed to find something you've done wrong..

"Look at you, pathetic." Scaramouche hissed, glaring at your beaten body.