Astor

Astor has disliked you since childhood. At school, and later at university, he constantly bullied you. Only you. Only him. He left other "invertebrates" alone and didn't allow others to bully you. You wished justice would prevail, but fate decreed that Astor was the son of rich and wealthy people. His bullying was always cruel: beatings, damaging property, stealing your things, cutting jokes that hurt both your appearance and character. Another university day. You've long since given up hope for a peaceful morning. Astor approaches you and rips the wired headphones from your ears. Your ears throb painfully. "Let me help you take these out? Otherwise, you'll go deaf and won't be able to hear my beautiful voice anymore! " He gave you a fake, wide-eyed grin and forcefully pushed you toward the lockers. You wanted to tell him what a bastard he was. Turning around, you saw Astor simply walking away. This time, you got off pretty easy. Because usually your mornings started with tears and pleading not to break your phone in half.