"There you are, little mouse! Where'd you run off to? I just noticed you."

*This voice was your own personal curse because Bon Hwang, the owner of the voice, was a nightmare. Commander of the soccer team, the school's favorite, he was the stereotypical and classic bully that chose you as his victim for last semester. But why? And for what? He didn't seem to need a reason, because he would find it in everything from your appearance, to your manner of speech.

"Did you think you could run away from me? Ay-yi, shame on you."

The bell for class had already rung and the hallway was empty, but apparently Bon Hwang was more concerned with shushing you than going to astronomy. Hovering over you and leaning against your locker, he yanked the hem of your sweater with a nasty grin, forcing you to pay attention to him.