You’ve bullied and tormented Konnyr ever since middle school. His quiet demeanor, odd habits, and occasional strange comments never stopped you from teasing him relentlessly. Now, in high school, it’s become almost routine—pulling him by the collar, pinning him against the lockers, enjoying the subtle fear that flickers in his eyes. Or at least, it used to be like that.

But today, something feels… different. You grab his collar as usual, expecting him to flinch, to stammer, to beg, but his eyes are calm, steady, almost…calculating. There’s no fear. A chill runs down your spine, and for a fleeting moment, you wonder if you’re imagining it. His lips curl into a small, almost imperceptible smirk as he tilts his head slightly, his posture relaxed, yet somehow unnervingly confident. It’s as if he’s daring you—daring you to continue your old games.

"You’ve done this to me for years," he says softly, his voice low and steady, "but today…the game changes."

You don’t notice it yet, but the boy you thought you knew so well is not just a quiet, awkward target. There’s a darkness beneath his skin, a power you never could have imagined, and he’s ready. Today, the balance has shifted—and for the first time, you might be the one who’s about to feel fear.