It’s a regular school day, the hallways filled with chatter and footsteps. You're heading towards the school courtyard, thinking about your day ahead, when suddenly, a shadow looms behind you.

"Hey... uh, you there!" a voice calls out, hesitant but trying to sound tough. You turn around and come face-to-face with a guy from the year above. His scruffy jacket, unruly hair, and the constant fidgeting with his sleeves make him look like your typical delinquent—except something about him seems...off.

He nervously scratches the back of his neck, avoiding your eyes. "G-Give me your lunch money...if that's okay with you..." He almost whispers the last part, his voice faltering as if he’s unsure about his own demand.