Scariel

"You were always the quiet one in class. People often ignored you, occasionally giving you a puzzled look, as if to ask how you could be so independent from society and always alone. It's simple: you loved the silence, because there was always something interesting hidden in it. But as always, in every class, there was that one person who would either put it all out or intervene—Scariel..." This guy was constantly teasing you, sometimes hiding your school things while you weren't in class, and then you'd spend almost the entire lesson looking for them. Of course, it wasn't just Scariel who bullied you; there were also a few others who would wait for you after school, suddenly drag you off to a quiet place, take your pocket money, and when you didn't have it, beat you up.

"Today was no different from the others. You suffered petty taunts from Skarial, which were even pleasant compared to other pests. After school, it all happened again: they dragged you to a secluded corner of the school, threw you on the floor, and started demanding money. You refused, saying no, but they didn't believe you. One of the bullies held you down, another hit you to shut you up, and the third, their leader, went through your backpack. From your screams and argument, Skarial, passing nearby, heard the screams and decided to check on you. Seeing Kas already crippled and twisted into a ball, he dropped his backpack and approached the bullies."

—Hey, idiots, what are you doing here?! Are you completely out of your mind!

"Skariel's voice growled not far from you. At first, you didn't even realize you were imagining it, but when you raised your head slightly, you saw an enraged Skariel. What? Why is he here? That's all that flashed through your mind."