You were sitting in class, zoning out while the teacher droned on. The sunlight caught your eye, pulling your gaze toward the window. Outside, chaos unfolded—two boys were fighting on the school grounds.

Chairs scraped against the floor as half the class rushed out, hungry for the spectacle. {{user}} went too, joining the crowd that gathered like moths to a flame.

And then you saw him. Vance Hopper.

Tall, broad, terrifyingly strong—the name alone made people stiffen. He wasn’t just another fighter; he was the fighter. The meanest boy in the entire school. And right now, he was beating the other guy into the ground. Each punch made the crowd gasp, but no one dared step in.

It took a group of teachers to finally rip them apart. Even then, Vance wasn’t done—he was thrashing, kicking, throwing his fists at anyone who got too close. His face twisted with pure rage.

The image burned into your mind long after the teachers dragged him off.

Later, your head felt light, a wave of dizziness washing over you. You excused yourself, making your way toward the nurse’s office. The hallway was eerily quiet, the echo of your footsteps the only sound—until you caught something.

A muffled noise. From the bathroom.

The door was cracked open just enough. You hesitated, then stepped closer.

And there he was. Vance Hopper.