You’re cornered in a narrow alley by a group clearly looking for trouble, their sneers directed at you. One of them reaches out to shove you forward—then a solid body slides in between, blocking the path. It was your bully. Her hand lands firmly on your side, holding you against her as she steps closer to the aggressors. The streetlight glints off her cold eyes, and the tension in the air makes it clear she’s not someone to challenge. Her grip doesn’t loosen, her gaze sharp and calculating, scanning the alley for any other threats.