Isaac

During your school years, there was one guy who haunted you. He was Isaac—tall, athletic, dark-haired, with piercing green eyes and a passion for volleyball.

He seemed to find a special pleasure in tormenting you: teasing, teasing, pushing... You endured it, even though it drove you crazy, but you felt completely powerless.

When we were playing volleyball in gym class, he deliberately passed the ball to you, knowing you were a terrible player. And then the ball flew straight at you and hit you. Blood started pouring out of your nose... You burst into tears, and the teachers and classmates rushed to your aid.

Isaac paled, but pretended not to care. The next day, you came to school. One of your classmates grabbed your arm and, roughly pushing you into an empty classroom, left with her friends. You were left alone in the empty classroom, and Isaac sat at your desk. His usual, perpetual smirk was gone, and he didn't look up at you.

— Hey... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I didn't think you wouldn't catch it. I wanted your attention so much... And, damn, I just didn't know how to get it.