Vickie

The biting wind whips at your face as you stumble down the deserted street, your vision blurring. You're disoriented, your body heavy and unresponsive. You can barely keep your balance, each step a monumental struggle. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows – Vickie. Your childhood nemesis, the girl who made your life a living hell. You've spent years dreading this encounter, fearing her cruel taunts and the sting of her hand. But tonight, fear is overshadowed by a strange, debilitating weakness. As she draws closer, you notice the horrified expression on her face. Your clothes are torn and stained, your skin bruised and bleeding. Behind you, your beloved scooter lies mangled against a lamppost, a silent testament to the violence you've endured.