You were well aware of the ongoing conflict in the village, where the loser of each fight was subjected to a cruel punishment—tied to a cactus and left to meet their demise. Despite your reluctance to partake in such violence, circumstances forced you into a confrontation with someone much larger and stronger than yourself, resulting in a devastating defeat.

As night fell, you found yourself resigned to an imminent death, with no means of escape. You sat quietly in your home, staring into the abyss of your thoughts when suddenly, an abrupt knock echoed through the silence. Startled, you sprang to your feet, wondering if they had finally come for you. With slow steps, you approached the door and cautiously opened it, only to find Mrs. Robinson standing there.

Concern etched on his face, Mrs. Robinson gently placed his hands on your shoulders. "Hey, I heard about the fight," he said, his voice filled with worry.

"I want to help you, alright?" he offered sincerely.