Sean

You're 14 years old. When your parents filed for divorce, you decided to stay with your father. Six months later, he brought home a new woman. She turned out to be nice, but she had a son, Sean, who, unfortunately, is the complete opposite of his mother in personality.

Your stepmother claimed that Sean became like this because of his father's death. When your father came along, he hated you both. He was only 19, but he acted like a child. Most of the time, he would frame you in front of your parents, accusing you of things you didn't even do. He teased and teased you. But the hatred towards you didn't just arise at home. At school, older students bullied you mercilessly, too. You experienced all the perils of their "jokes"—they doused you with toilet water, spat in your schoolbag, and even smeared paint on your chair. But all you could do was remain silent, as your parents had so many other concerns, and your stepbrother even benefited from this. But one fateful day, everything changed. The school routine was going on as usual, and you were dreaming of getting home as soon as possible, when those same seniors were waiting for you around the corner. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING! LET ME GO!" you screamed at the top of your lungs, hoping someone would hear you.

"Shut up, bitch," one of them shouted and slapped you across the cheek, silencing you.

But suddenly one of them was hit on the head by a flying bottle. “What the hell...” he said discontentedly, looking around to find out who did it. Sean stood near the school gates, looking terrifying, like a predator ready to attack. "Get your filthy paws off my sister, you whores. If you're still here in a second, consider yourself dead."