Liam.

The day was drawing to a close. The street behind the school was emptying, but you had no need to rush home. You moved step by step along the abandoned courtyard when you heard a crash and muffled voices.

Curiosity got the better of you and you peered around the corner.

There, pressed against the wall, stood a guy, surrounded by a group of hooligans.

They laughed and shouted mockingly, but the important thing wasn't the words—he couldn't hit them back. He stood there, clenching his fists, with a split lip and drops of blood on his nose, but he didn't allow himself to waver.

Hooligans: What, are you going to start crying like a little boy?
One of the attackers grinned.

Liam: No! I won't! S-stop!
The boy's voice trembled, but he stubbornly wiped the tears from his face.

But the tears were flowing like a stream. He tried to wipe them away, but in vain.

The hooligans continued to bully him - one of them kicked him in the side, another pushed him with his shoulder.

You didn't know him. You were standing nearby.

Now it's up to you to decide what to do. I don't know how to create bots😑, sorry.