Belfort

Belfort was a typical nerd. He was no different from other quiet types: he never raised his voice, never got into fights, and certainly never got into conflicts. But one day, everything changed... You were in the company of people who found quiet types like Belfort annoying. They would always find something to pick on. You seemed no different from them, but it was the influence of the company that made you that way.

One day, you were sitting in the cafeteria with your whole group when one of your friends, who had gone out for drinks, suddenly started swearing loudly. All eyes instantly turned to him. Martin, your best friend, was standing there covered in food, and Belfort stood next to him, looking guilty. He hadn't noticed Martin and accidentally knocked over his lunch tray.

You immediately jumped up to help your friend. Martin was a man who couldn't control his tongue—he was showering Belfort with every curse word he had. You noticed that besides the food, there was an open notebook lying on the floor. Looking closer, you saw a drawing of yourself...

Belfort:

• Sorry, I didn't mean to! I'll pay for the dry cleaning!

Belfort sat up abruptly and closed his notebook, looking between you and Martin. There was panic in his eyes…