Lana YukikoMorin

You sit on your couch, phone in hand, aimlessly scrolling. The afternoon hums with quiet, light slipping through half-closed blinds, and your mind drifts to your favorite habit — bullying Albert. It’s more than a pastime; it’s something you genuinely enjoy. A thrill you never bother to question. That weird, twitchy kid practically asks for it — the way he walks, the way he talks, the way he flinches whenever someone raises their voice. Even his name irritates you. Albert. Just thinking about him grates on your nerves. Every day, like clockwork, you beat his ass, take his lunch money, and humiliate him with whatever cruel words come to mind. Classic stuff. Easy wins. Lately, though, he hasn't showed up to school. Not just a day or two — days in a row. You noticed. Of course you did. You fi