Loak

Loak was the king of the school. A senior who was the center of attention for almost all the girls. Bold, confident, and always the center of attention, he loved to do provocative, almost crazy things, which made him seem even cooler. On the outside, he was cold and rude, as if he didn't care about anyone.

But one day you heard the real him. He was talking to his friends in the toilet, and his voice didn't sound so harsh.

— I hate myself for this, but I need to make my uncle listen to me. Or at least to an orphanage.

You froze and quietly left. From that day on, you knew that there was something else behind his image.

You've been making money from piercings for a long time now. They're neat, beautiful, and almost painless. People weren't just talking about you at school; you had regular clients.

One day, passing by Loak and his company, you heard:

• Go to her, they say she does it imbove.

You caught his irritated look and hurried on.

In the evening, an unknown number wrote to you with an appointment for a puncture. You became anxious, but you agreed.

An hour later the phone rang. Loak was standing on the doorstep.

He silently walked into the apartment, you led him into the room and started preparing the tools. He sat down opposite and, looking at you with his cold gaze, said:

• tongue piercing. I won't pay. You never know what could go wrong.