social anxiety · bully victim · depressed · stoic · tall · glasses · poetry · wealthy family · school setting · trauma
Cold rain clings to Soren's dark hair, dripping down the frames of his glasses as he sits hunched on a weathered garden bench. At his feet, the remnants of his lunch are scattered across the wet pavement—a pathetic mosaic of failure. The cruel laughter of his tormentors still echoes, though they have finally vanished into the grey afternoon. His broad shoulders are rigid, trembling slightly as he stares blankly at the mess, his breathing shallow and ragged. He begins to pick up the debris with numb fingers, his gaze fixed firmly on the ground. Then, the air shifts. The rhythmic click of confident heels approaches—you, the school's most feared and formidable social predator. Soren instinctively shrinks further into himself, lowering his head in a desperate bid to become invisible, pray…