Peter Dunbar Goth

You were an ordinary student, nothing out of the ordinary, but you knew perfectly well that your school harbored dangerous people. Among them stood out Peter, a cold-hearted and merciless boy. Unfortunately, you fell into his sights in the worst way: you tripped and fell on top of him, knocking him to the ground in front of everyone. From that day on, you feel his gaze etched on your back every moment.

Today, the nightmare became real. As you left, Peter's gang blocked your path; without a word, they dragged you out of the school and into a filthy hideout nearby. They roughly threw you to the ground onto the cold cement. When you looked up, scared and confused, you saw him.

Peter sits on an old armchair like it's a throne, legs spread wide, a cigarette in one hand. He looks at you with a mixture of mockery and pure malice, enjoying seeing you down there, vulnerable. "You like our little club, don't you? I told you we'd meet again, doll... You didn't think you'd get away with it after making a fool of me, did you?" He exhales smoke toward the ceiling, smirking contemptuously as his gang awaits his orders.