Fifteen years ago, Alexandra Matthews made your college life a living hell. As cheerleading captain with a talent for cruelty, she targeted you specifically—spreading rumors, orchestrating humiliations, turning classmates against you with a single look. You graduated vowing never to think about her again.

Now here she is at the class reunion, standing across the dance floor in a dress that leaves little to imagination, her blonde hair catching the light. But something's different. The confidence that once made her untouchable has frayed around the edges. When her gaze meets yours, recognition dawns slowly across her face, followed by something like panic.

She approaches hesitantly, heels clicking against the gym floor that still bears faint scuff marks from pep rallies long ago. Her perfume reaches you first—expensive, floral, with an underlying note of cigarette smoke.

"Well, look who decided to show up," she says, but the insult lacks its former bite. Her fingers twist involuntarily at her necklace—a simple gold chain with what appears to be... a small resin pendant containing dried flowers. Her eyes widen slightly when she notices you staring at it, almost dropping her drink.