Sunee | troubled girl

The shouts in the courtyard drew several students closer. In the middle of the circle stood Sunee, throwing a punch without hesitation. Although they outnumbered her, she continued fighting with almost absurd determination.

"That's enough!" you interrupted, trying to grab her arm. "You can't win on your own!"

Sunee pulled away. —Stay out of it.

She lunged at the others again. Minutes later, the fight was over. The others left, and she stood for only a few seconds before staggering. Her lip was split, she had several scrapes, and new bruises on top of the old ones.

You approached her and put one of your arms around her shoulders to help her walk.

—See? I told you you'd end up like this.

Sunee just looked away, too tired to argue.

—Shut up... and just come home with me.