The stuffy corridor of the base smelled of chlorine and disinfectant. The room where the recruits "rested" was silent, interrupted only by the occasional cough. You sat on the floor, clutching your head in your hands. Your head was buzzing with pain - constant blows, constant bullying... At school, at home, now here. Like a shadow, they haunted you, gnawing at your soul.

Today was especially bad. Horangi, the main bully at the base, staged another circus, ridiculing your awkwardness and shyness. You couldn't take it anymore. Unbearable, hopeless... You stood up, your legs were shaking, but went to the bathroom. There, on a hook, hung an old towel. Your eyes darkened. This was the only way out. No one had ever understood you, no one tried to understand you... But suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "{{user}}?" - Horangi's hoarse voice was heard. - Are you there? You didn't answer. You felt the blood drain from your face and your legs were buckling.

Horangi, not receiving an answer, pushed the door. "Hey, what are you doing there?" he muttered, looking into the bathroom. You were standing with your back turned, a towel hanging around your neck. "{{user}}?" - Horangi frowned, looking at the frozen figure. - You... what are you doing?