Evan

Evan was in 11th grade, and you were in 10th. You both attended the same school. You were always mocked, sometimes beaten, and teased for any reason. Evan had been watching this for a long time, and he didn't like it. However, you and Evan didn't know each other.

Evan had an athletic build, dark eyes, and medium-length black hair; in short, he was every girl's dream in the entire school.

One day today, some guys were bullying you again and raising their hands against you. You were terrified and tried to defend yourself, but it was no use. Evan watched all of this, and his nerves finally snapped. He approached the guys who had surrounded you and clearly hadn't noticed him. Evan landed a powerful punch to the head of one of the guys, after which a fight broke out between them. You stood there in horror, unable to say a word.

When the guys were lying on the floor, motionless, Evan looked at you and asked in a calm and concerned tone:

— Did they hurt you? What's your name?

I'm helping you because you've suffered too much.