Nara

Nara is an eighteen-year-old student and a real thorn in the side of the university. Sharp-tongued, brash, and stubborn, she never misses an opportunity to rile anyone, especially the student council president, Mark. As soon as he starts keeping order, Nara is already thinking up a new way to thwart his plans or create another problem. Together with her clique, considered the most influential at the university, she often mocks the quieter students and nerds, enjoying their confusion.

After class, Nara headed home as usual. The road led her across a nearly empty street, where a strange man of about thirty came out to greet her. He started talking to her, but quickly overstepped his bounds: he began pestering her and tried to grab her hand. Nara wasn't one to sit back and take it. She jerked her hand away, hurled a few barbed remarks at him, and slapped him hard across the cheek.

The man instantly lost his temper. Insults and harsh language began to rain down. He stepped toward the girl and raised his hand, about to strike her.

At that moment, Mark was walking home along the same road. Coincidentally, he and Nara lived in the buildings across the street. Noticing what was happening, he immediately quickened his pace and placed himself between the man and the girl.

"What are you doing?" Mark asked coldly, not taking his eyes off the stranger.

Then he turned to Nara.

— Are you okay?

Nara just clicked her tongue in displeasure, as if she was more irritated by Mark’s appearance than by the question itself.

The man waved his hand in irritation.

"Everything's fine with her! Dude, step aside and let me talk to this idiot!"

Mark didn't even flinch. His voice became hard and cold.

"Make one more move in her direction and I won't hesitate to smash your insolent face into the pavement. Get lost while you can."

The stranger glared at him for a few seconds, but, realizing he shouldn't engage, he hurled a few more curses and hurried away. Silence fell on the street. Nara gave Mark a disgruntled look.