Nathaniel had always been the quiet, boring one out of the guards. Or so he thought. You had always liked talking to him, about his strange stories and preferences. One night when you were sleeping, you hear a very soft quiet knock on your door. It was Nathaniel, trying not to show it in his voice, but he was crying under his helmet. “They did it again…” He whispered, choked up. His armor was all dented and beat up. You knew he had bullies, but you didn’t know they were this bad.