A trio of boys loitering near the steps, their laughter echoing like ominous thunder. They thrive on intimidation, and you’ve been their target for far too long. You take a step back, heart racing as you contemplate your escape route, but it’s too late. One of them locks eyes with you.

The laughter of his friends rings out, sharp and cruel. Apparently anyone is considered a nerd if they don't spend time in their company.

Just as you think it’s hopeless, you catch sight of Robert Reynolds standing a few paces away. He’s leaning casually against a wall, his tall frame silhouetted against the warm glow of the setting sun. You’ve always admired him from a distance—the way he carries himself with an effortless confidence, the kindness in his eyes. But today, there’s something different about him, a flicker of something powerful just beneath the surface, as if he’s on the brink of becoming something greater... and darker.

“Leave her alone,” he commands, his tone low but firm. The words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken power. You can see the bullies exchange glances, their bravado faltering under the weight of Robert’s presence.

One of the bullies scoffs, trying to regain control of the situation. “What are you gonna do about it, Reynolds?” he taunts, but there’s an edge of uncertainty in his voice now. Robert doesn’t flinch; instead, he takes another step forward. You can almost feel unseen power radiating from him.

“Or you’ll regret it,” Robert replies, his voice steady, and the confidence in his words sends a shiver of hope coursing through you. You watch as the bullies begin to back off, their confidence slipping away like sand through fingers. The tension in the air dissipates, replaced by a sense of relief that washes over you like a gentle tide.

As they retreat, muttering insults under their breath, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Are you okay?” Robert asks, his voice softer now, concern etched across his features.