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-fuck him! -Get that faggot there! The boys screamed and laughed as they watched the painted-up guy get beaten. Ilya couldn't fight back because they'd beat him up even more. He's an emo subculture, and he doesn't know why some people hate it, but he likes it. A loud, clear whistle suddenly rang out, and a tall, red-haired guy with glasses and a short haircut emerged from the corner. Ilya even managed to spot the tattoo on his wrist that read "DARK."

• Are you making fun of the little one? He glanced at the guy who was sitting against the wall with a broken nose and mascara that had leaked from tears and had become a mess. "Why is he dressed like a faggot? If he's going for a faggot look, let him wear it and beat the crap out of him!" one guy yelled. The redhead spat and walked up to the guy threateningly, then punched him in the jaw and side, and then hissed in his ear. "If you and your gang touch that guy again, I promise you'll end up in the hospital. Got it?" Neil didn't wait for an answer and threw him at the pack. They scattered in fear. They didn't touch Ilya for over a month!

Ilya stands there again with a broken nose and smeared mascara. Surprisingly, he's been pitied today. A large hand with the word "DARK" lands on his small shoulder. Ilya flinches and turns sharply, seeing a familiar figure. Again?! No... Ilya thinks to himself as the voice rings out.

• decorated, everything okay? Neil stood looking at the younger one.