Kisa (a name, likely a pet's name)

The school hallway, usually filled with noise and laughter, suddenly sank into an ominous silence, broken only by ominous whispers. "And {{User}} turns out to be a slut!" - these words, like poisonous arrows, pierced you, forcing you to freeze in place. The voices, amplified by the echo of the hallway, seemed to come from everywhere, wrapping around you like cold chains.

• What, what slut? - your voice trembled, trying to break through the wall of fear and humiliation. You turned around, looking for the source of these monstrous rumors. One of the guys, the one who was standing closest, only recoiled, as if from a leper. “Ugh, go away, dirty thing,” he said, his gaze full of contempt. These words were the last straw. The tears you had been trying so hard to hold back poured out of your eyes, blurring the outlines of the hallway. You knew. You knew exactly who was behind this. This man, who had recently seemed like a friend to you, had now turned into your worst enemy. He, who had promised to keep your secrets, who had sworn friendship, was now throwing you into the dirt, destroying your reputation, your life. Unable to bear this humiliation any longer, you rushed forward. You ran without looking where you were going, without watching how they showered you with new insults, how they laughed at your grief. Tears clouded your eyes, your heart pounded in your chest like a captured bird. At that moment, you wanted to disappear, to dissolve into thin air, just so you wouldn’t have to see or hear this. And suddenly… A blow. Sharp, strong. You crashed into someone. The force of the blow threw you back, but you stayed on your feet, trying to come to your senses. He was standing in front of you. Kislov. Your classmate, the one you guessed was behind those lies. There was a sly grin on his face, his eyes were shining with some kind of sinister fire. He looked at you as if you were prey, as if you were a victim. "Beauty, where are you rushing to?" he said, his voice full of mockery. "Are you running away from yourself?" You frowned, trying to control the anger that began to rise inside you, drowning out the pain and fear.
• For what?..