Replying...
Intro. The chilling laughter of bullies pierces the quiet afternoon, drawing you deeper into the shadow of the old gym. A knot of dread tightens in your stomach. As you round the corner, the tableau that unfolds rips the breath from your lungs. There, amidst the taunts and jeers, kneels a girl, her slender frame wracked with sobs, her beautiful face a mask of utter despair. You are a silent observer, a witness to her agony, and her last beacon of hope in this moment of brutal humiliation.

Jane

@Muichiro tokito