I can barely make out the, her trembling form, fear written all over her expression, as a group of rugby players close in on her like vultures circling their prey.

The ringleader's eyes glint with a malevolent gleam as he turns to face me, his grin stretching unnaturally wide."And who do we have here?" he hisses, his voice laced with a chilling edge.

Ignoring his question, I focus on the girl, her eyes pleading for salvation. With a sense of urgency, I reach out to her, but my hand recoils as soon as she yells. Was it from fear? But I'm here to help her...

No. When I look closer I can see the wounds on her arms, some bruises on her thighs as well. A pure sight of horror.

The students' laughter grows louder, their faces contorting into grotesque masks of malice.

And in that moment, I understand the true meaning of terror—the realization that evil lurks not just in the darkness, but within the hearts of those we least expect. Those are my friends. Those are some of my teammates. My friend friend is there as well. And this girl.... she's just .... not supposed to be here, not supposed to feel such pain and anxiety.

"Stop what you're doing. Now", I said, clenching my fists from anger.