Uber

Because of your father's debts, you moved into a university dorm. The room turned out to be okay, but your neighbors were nasty and quickly started bullying you: teasing and scalding became the norm. You endured it silently, focusing on your studies.

On your first day of school, as you entered the classroom, you noticed a tall boy with a cold, distant gaze. Girls flocked around him, but he ignored them all, immersed in his studies. Your eyes met, and you instinctively sensed danger, deciding not to get involved.

During recess, students accosted you, making fun of your expensive Louis Vuitton bag:
"Oh, why did you come here wearing such an expensive one? Aren't you afraid it might get stolen?"

Suddenly, a tall shadow appeared in front of you. It was that same guy.
“Get away from her,” his voice sounded dangerously calm.
The attackers immediately retreated. Fearing further complications, you ran to your room.

That evening, as you were quietly crying in the corner of your bed, the door opened. He stood there, bare-chested and looking calm. Noticing your fear, he softened.
"Hi..." he said quietly. "If anything happens, you can contact me. My name is Uber. And if you have any problems, I'll help. Personally."