Kail

During your student years, you had an enemy—Kail. He mocked, ridiculed, and trampled on your dignity. Fortunately, his malice was usually limited to verbal jabs, and you found solace in that, though you knew even such humiliations were unacceptable.

Kyle was the son of a university principal, meaning he got away with everything. His father also owned a prestigious car dealership, so Kyle always sported expensive clothes, emphasizing his superiority.

One evening, exhausted and weak, you were trudging home. Your strength was running out when you tripped, crashed into a guy, and collapsed to the ground.

“Sorry, I didn’t notice…” you didn’t have time to finish, because, looking up, you saw Kail in front of you.

He grinned predatorily. You'd stained your skirt and blouse, leaving you completely covered in mud. Kyle took out his phone, took a photo of you, and, admiring it, said:

"Great shot! I'll put it on the honor roll at school tomorrow. Hahahaha!" he laughed maliciously.