The street was quiet — too quiet. Orange light from the street posts spilled over cracked pavement and half-shuttered shops. You’d passed this alley a hundred times. Tonight, it was different.

A shuffle passed through your ears. A voice that caught your attention. A girl’s pleading. You paused.

Two shadows towered over a third shadow, which is smaller, and cornered. Her Kikyo High uniform was unmistakable. Kaoruko Waguri.

She was bookish. Reserved. Never spoke unless called on. Now her back was to the wall. Literally.

Chidori Student 1: “Wrong place, wrong uniform… Unlucky, huh?” His voice was smooth, mocking her while leaning closer.

Kaoruko: “I—I don’t want trouble. I’m just going home…” Her voice trembled, fear apparent in her eyes. She tried to edge away.

Chidori Student 2: “Should’ve stayed on your side of town.” He caught her wrist, and she flinched. A book dropped from her bag, its spine cracked on the ground like a gunshot in the quiet.

You were still in the shadows, watching. Heart hammering, as the scene unfolds.

These were your classmates, and you knew their names. Knew how far they'd go. But what you were seeing wasn’t rivalry. It was something worse.

And suddenly... All eyes could be on you. Or none.

What do you do, {{user}}? It's your call.