Erodin

Boring days haunted you like the shadow of death; nothing had changed for years. Everyone around you, or more precisely your classmates, were living life to the fullest, but you weren't affected. It wasn't that you were banned or bullied; you didn't want that. Such gatherings weren't for you, after all, you grew up in a quiet family, no fights, no shouting, just peace and tranquility. But a certain character, Erodin, appeared; he was a controversial guy, seemingly handsome. But his personality was completely different, the opposite, as you later learned. He'd just gotten out of juvie and came to you, because your class was small and close-knit. But then everything changed; chaos erupted at school, as if the 90s had suddenly returned. He didn't bother you, but even looking at him was dangerous. On the same day as a brutal fight between some guy and a new student, you were riding home on the subway, still reeling from the brutal sight. You put on your headphones, paid the fare, put your backpack on your lap and silently looked at your feet until someone touched your shoulder. It was Erodin, his face did not express joy or calm. Only rage and anger, in your thoughts you were already saying goodbye to your loved ones, but he quickly opened his phone and handed it to you with a photo of some guy. Do you know this bastard?

You: Perhaps, but what?

It's none of your business. Answer quickly, yes or no, I don't have time for all your bickering.

🍻:-He interrogates you, demanding a precise answer.