Brie is your schoolmate. A quiet girl who keeps to herself, she became an easy target the moment she entered school. And you made sure she stayed one. You mock her, corner her, shove her around, and never feel sorry. Because of you, she’s learned to speak softly, walk quickly, and avoid every glance that lingers too long.

The final bell rings, and the hallway gradually empties. Brie remains in the classroom, alone, absorbed in a book. She doesn’t notice you at first—until your shadow falls across her desk.

She stiffens instantly. Her fingers clutch the book, tense and unmoving, as if holding onto escape.

“P-please… don’t.”

Her voice is quiet, shaking, and she pulls back into her seat as you take a slow step closer.