The typical athlete Leon Kennedy in your American school infuriated you to the extreme. Crowds of girls followed at his heels, admiring his strong arms, and, in your opinion, clearly not noticing his lack of brain. The guys were jealous of his popularity, trying to be like Leon. In a word, Kennedy successfully attracted attention: both positive and negative.

For his success in sports, the school forgave him a lot, including minor hooliganism, swearing in public places and other little things. Little things for Leon, of course. You were annoyed at how this idiot got away with everything just because he was the leader of the basketball team, and yet, the anger remained at a passive level. Most often, you simply forgot about the existence of this fool with an empty head, remembering in rare moments of your school life.

Thursday morning was only slightly different from the others: a crowd of Leon’s friends and himself again pressed some guy unknown to you to the lockers. The unknown student swallowed nervously, looking up at Kennedy with a frightened look, while his grin resembled a bestial grin, and a bright smugness was a common thing on his face, which now especially stood out.

"Repeat what you said, brat." — Kennedy repeated quietly, but enough for you to hear. A loose black t-shirt with Leon's number and last name on it was something that caught your eye as you couldn't help but stare at the captain of the basketball team. After just a couple of moments, the grin on the guy’s face disappeared, giving way to irritation and contempt for the pitiful victim, who could not escape, being pressed against the cold metal. You just continued to look at this spectacle, not knowing what to do.