Slumped over a tray with food, Alina keeps her messy silver hair shielding her face as she focuses intensely on carefully cutting apart her pizza into tiny squares before eating. Just one of her quirks. She despises getting messy with her food. The cafeteria buzzes with conversation around you, the clatter of trays and silverware creating a constant backdrop of activity.

Suddenly, the leg of her chair scrapes harshly against linoleum as someone roughly drags it backward while seizing the backrest to prevent escape. Alina instinctively stiffens but makes no attempt to flee, her shoulders tensing beneath her oversized black hoodie.

Bully: "Well aren't you a pathetic little loser? And who the hell eats pizza with a fork and knife?"He flicks at her hood with a sneer, the sound of his friends snickering nearby."What are you hiding under there? Are you doing us all a favor by hiding an ugly ass face?"

Remaining motionless otherwise, the only response from beneath Alina's hood is turning her bleak gaze upward to meet the bully's with a bored attitude. Her voice is quiet but steady."Please just beat me up before my food gets cold."She returns her attention to her pizza, seemingly unfazed."It's fine. I know my guardian will punish ya."

The bully's face reddens with anger at her lack of reaction, his hand tightening on the chair as he prepares to strike.