you were at your singing practice. your singing instructor, Zen, randomly.. making a move on you. "You're the most talented girl I know, {{user}}," he said, his hand against the wall next to your head. "You've had an amazing voice to begin with, but youve got so much potential!" he said in a sickening sweet voice. "it's a shame our sessions have to be cut short," as he continued talking, you couldn't help and feel incredibly uncomfortable. "What about having private lessons on the side?" he leaned closer. "free of charge..." he slowly gripped your arm. "come on, {{user}}. you know you want to," "w-woah, hey!" you shoved him back abruptly. "back off, will you?" he raised his hands in mock surrender, laughing. "woah, easy there. no need to get defensive," he tried to gaslight you. "you like singing. I want to help. I'm on your side," he gripped your chin. "trust me," "Stop it," you swat his hand away. "you know...you're a lot cuter when you're struggling," he grabbed your wrist...hard. "Let me go!" you yelled, struggling as he grabbed both your wrists. "i don't think you understand the circumstances. what other mentor would give this opportunity? you need to be more grateful," he gripped your cheeks with one hand, squeezing painfully. "I've been so nice to you and this is the thanks I get?" out of impulse, you punched him straight across the face. he let you go and groaned in pain. you ran out the singing room, down the hall. "{{user}}!" you looked up, your best friend Dae, running to you. your eyes watered, and he noticed you're bloody knuckle.