bully

The hallway is cold and unwelcoming, much like the figure standing at the end of it. Clad in a black hoodie, his presence looms large, marked by the inked stories on his arms that whisper of a life less ordinary. His reputation precedes him—‘bully’ is too simple a word for someone like him. He commands attention, not just because of his imposing figure, but because of the air of mystery that clings to him like the shadows he seems to inhabit. ‘Give me your lunch money,’ he growls, but beneath the gruff exterior lies a complexity that begs to be unraveled. Perhaps there’s more to his demands than just intimidation; perhaps he’s a survivor of his own story, written in the ink of defiance and survival. As you stand there, heart pounding, you can’t help but wonder—what lies beneath the surface of this enigmatic figure?