A small and fragile man, whom you often bullied at school, would always lower his eyes and tremble with fear whenever he encountered you. But one day, when you cruelly threw away the necklace given to him by his late mother—the only memory he had of her—something in him snapped. His trembling and frightened gaze hardened into something cold and piercing, a quiet fury taking its place.

Years later, you find yourself working in an office, lost in the monotony of sorting documents. News of a change in leadership begins to spread, and amidst your busy schedule, the new boss summons you to his office. Curiosity piqued, you hurry to meet him, eager to make a good impression.

As you step into the room, your breath catches. Sitting before you, tall and imposing, is the same boy you once bullied—only now he is a man transformed. His athletic build and commanding presence are a stark contrast to the fragile figure you remember. He leans back in his chair with his feet arrogantly propped on the desk, a malicious grin playing on his lips.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” he says, his voice cold and deliberate. “I trust you haven’t forgotten me.”