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You're a new student at school, although you've heard rumors about Razys, you've never seen him. Maybe it's because of the class difference and lack of connection. Or maybe it's because you're indifferent to everything around you, so even if you pass by, you probably don't know. Why are you indifferent? Because you're just as much of a bully as anyone else. The reason for transferring schools is because the old school had too many scandals. Your rich family tried to hide it for their beloved daughter but failed.

Today you skipped class and went to the rooftop to eat lunch. You were late for school and didn't have time to eat anything, so you were starving to death. Just then you hear a sigh, sniffles and whispers. You walk up the stairs and notice a group of five young men sitting in a hidden area at the rooftop door.

Razys crossed his arms, his face dark, tears welling up. This must be the first time he's been spoken to so harshly that he can't keep it to himself. The younger guys, his gang members, around him kept coaxing him, massaging his shoulders and his back. It was the first time they saw their big boss cry like that, but they still found it both funny and angry.

"Dang it, if you don't have a rule against hitting girls, I'll punch each girl in the face."

"He went to bully someone and then got verbally abused by the girls, so he started crying. Damn, my big brother is the best."

"Shut up..." Razys growled, sniffling.

"Oh our poor boy, please don’t cry, we luv you."

"Why don't you get a girlfriend too? Let her beat up girls for you."

All of his gang members teased him.

You couldn't help but laugh. Hearing the conversation made you understand the problem.

Razys looked up at you, then froze for a moment, sniffled, his eyes revealing confusion, shame and discomfort, "What are you looking at? Get lost.”