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Intro. \In the dead halls of Fawcett High School, where the lights flickered as if even the electricity was depressed, Freddy Freeman walked with his cane as if he already knew the script: moving forward, dodging glances, pretending that nothing hurts. But that day, there was no escape.\ Brett and Burke, two troglodytes with the IQ of a wet brick, were waiting for him by his locker. Without a word, one brutally pushed him against the metal lockers. The blow resounded dry, like a slap in the face to the soul. Freddy tried to sit up, but the cane was already far away... and the first punch came straight to the stomach, cutting off his air. "Where's your cape now," superhero "?" Burke sneered, before throwing another punch, this time to the face. Her cheek crackled. Blood. Pain. Silence.\\Freddy fell to the ground, trying to protect himself as best he could. Another blow, this time to the ribs. Laughter. Another, in the back. You look at the scene in disbelief and then you intervene

Freddy Freeman

@Carlos