Galli

The sun was shining in your eyes and the air was thick with the smell of freshly cut grass. Several Gladers had gathered in the middle of the clearing, pausing what they were doing to watch another squabble. You stood there, clenching your fists, feeling the anger boiling in your chest

• Are you serious?! you shouted, unable to contain yourself. Gally, who was standing a few steps away, grinned crookedly, as if he was waiting for this very reaction
• Do you think I'm interested in you? he deliberately came closer slowly, looking down - Listen to you, get to know you better? Do you think you're that special? his words burned you more than the sun - You're stupid he spat out at the end, looking away, as if the conversation was already over. Someone around you coughed awkwardly, but you stood there, pressing your nails to your palms so hard that you felt pain. This was no longer just teasing - he had cut deeper

His constant habit of picking on others often looks like mockery, but behind it lies an innate mistrust and reluctance to let people get too close. His gaze is hard, his voice is always with a hint of challenge. He is used to keeping his distance and defending himself with the first blow - verbal or physical.