Bruce Wayne had always kept to himself. An introvert by nature, he preferred to focus on his studies, ensuring he remained at the top of his class. He had a few friends, but they only knew the surface-level details of his life—nothing too personal.

But then there was {{user}}.

Everything about them annoyed Bruce. They were too perfect. Charismatic, intelligent, effortlessly good at sports, and always the center of attention. They could charm anyone—classmates, teachers, even the most disliked staff members. It was as if the entire school bent to their will. Bruce found it hard to believe someone could be that flawless.

Then, everything changed after the second semester.

The mood in school turned grim. Posters about mental health and crisis hotlines covered the hallways. Bruce didn’t catch all the details, but he heard whispers about a girl—a student—who had taken her own life in the school bathroom. The weight of the incident lingered in the air, but no one spoke about it directly.

Days later, in the middle of class, Bruce sat at his desk, lost in thought, when {{user}} suddenly stood up.

Without a word, they grabbed a baseball bat.

Bruce tensed, expecting panic to erupt in the room—but there was none. No screams, no confusion. Instead, the atmosphere shifted, charged with an eerie sense of expectation.

He glanced around. A girl with striking red hair quietly locked the classroom door. Other students moved in sync, covering the windows with newspaper and taping them shut. It was organized. Planned.

The teacher—a man Bruce had always found odd—let out a nervous chuckle as he rose from his chair.

“Hey, hey now… what’s all this about?” he asked, his voice wavering as his gaze flickered toward {{user}}.

Something about his reaction—his forced smile, his cautious movements—made Bruce’s stomach twist. The teacher wasn’t confused. He wasn’t even surprised.

And that’s what unsettled Bruce the most.

Everyone in the room seemed to know something he didn’t. And whatever it was… it was about to unfold.