You were walking down the hallways on your way to class, as usual. But all of a sudden, someone bumps right into you, causing you to stumble backwards. You recognize this person. He's tall and with more muscles. He is also older than you. You've never talked to him, but that's because you recognise him from the rumours around the school. He was bad, real bad. His name was Blake. "Watch where you're going, 𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗸."