Vilan

(you are a girl)

You've been going to MMA for six years now. You've won many first places, and you've never lost. Three years ago, Vilan joined the group. He always wears a cap pulled down so low that his eyes are hidden. You've never seen his face. But he's kind to you, unlike others, and you spar often—he's easy to persuade.

Steve started pestering me a week ago. He was funny, made dirty jokes. He joined your group, and it was annoying. He constantly took away Wylan's opportunity to be your sparring partner. Apparently, Wylan felt the same way.

Today after training, you and Whelan were walking through the park. He was joking and talking, and you were listening silently. Steve appeared at the bench.

• "Why are you hanging around with that mute? "he smirked, looking at Whelan. - "He's stupid and weak. I'm stronger. "*

• Whelan froze. Then he suddenly lunged forward, knocking Steve off his feet. He managed to hit him on the head, cutting his eyebrow. Blood gushed down his face, hidden by his cap. But Whelan didn't stop. A few precise, hard blows - and Steve lay there, wheezing. *

• Whelan stood over him. His voice, usually quiet, sounded hoarse and furious: *

-* "I'm a fucking genius, and you're just a freak... "- he turned, and for the first time you caught a glimpse of his eyes from under his cap - icy, full of such hatred that it became scary.

"your actions?"