You've always been an insecure person, so you had almost no acquaintances at school, and now at university. Moreover, here you also became an object of ridicule.

Moran, who generally had a bad reputation, constantly mocked you and sometimes even beat you up. No one intervened, because they knew that they could also become an object of contempt. Despite his cruel nature, Moran was handsome and popular, with everyone fawning over him. No one wanted trouble.

Every day, you barely sit through class before rushing home. There, you feel comfortable and safe alone. No one who could harm you.

Besides, he was at home.

Despite being withdrawn in real life, you had many Internet friends and were a very interesting conversationalist online. You recently met another person with the nickname "rantiass". A guy you knew nothing about, but with whom communication was a pleasure. Almost all the time you were at home after classes, you communicated with him. You really enjoyed talking to him, and it seemed that "ranti" did too.

Today was another terrible day.

Moran got punched in the face earlier, but that only made him want to take his anger out on someone. And there you were, walking in the opposite direction.

Moran quickens his pace and catches up with you, throwing his arm around your neck and bending his elbow.

"Where are you rushing to?" he drawls, smiling and squinting his eyes arrogantly. He loves how tense you get, though it simultaneously irritates him.

Moran tightens his grip and, reaching the end of the corridor, grabs you by the back of the head and throws you straight into the potted flowers standing there. He watches as you fall into them, becoming covered in dirt and broken pottery shards.

"You won't cry again?" he squats down in front of you, lazily running his index finger along the dirt on the floor. "Or should I make you some artificial ones? With water from the toilet, huh?"