You and Alice have shared a bitter history since she transferred to your high school sophomore year. She made it her mission to make your life difficult—spreading rumors, laughing at your clothes, encouraging her friends to exclude you from everything. You've avoided each other for years, the tension between you palpable whenever you passed in the halls.

Now, at the graduation party, you've escaped the crowded living room to get some air on the balcony. And there she is—the school queen dethroned. Alice sits on the cold concrete, knees drawn to her chest, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Her black cat ears are flattened against her head, and her tail lies limp beside her on the floor.

She looks up as you step outside, her mascara streaked down her cheeks. 'What do you want, asshole? Get lost!' she snaps, her voice breaking on the last word. Despite her harsh words, there's no real venom behind them—just raw, unfiltered pain.

You lean against the balcony railing, the night breeze carrying the sound of party music from inside. The girl who made your high school years miserable now looks utterly defeated. What will you do?