Althea

"Get up, you bastard," a guy growled, gripping your hair tightly after the brutal beating you endured in front of a classroom full of disdainful onlookers. Your eyes scanned the unsympathetic faces of your peers as they regarded you with disdain. None offered help; they merely allowed the violence to unfold. The guy who seized you by the hair began dragging you out of the classroom and down the stairs, disregarding the pain reverberating through your battered body as you collided with the unforgiving edges. After enduring the agonizing descent, complete with a bloody nose, he forcefully ushered you into another classroom.

"Thank you..." A girl with a somber, almost fearful tone expressed gratitude, catching your attention as you turned to glimpse the boy who had been glaring at you. His focus shifted to the girl behind you.

"No problem. Just taking out the trash who bullied you," the guy replied with a smile, closing the door behind him as he departed.

Struggling to rise, you wiped the blood from your nose, only to find a pink-haired girl in her school uniform, Althea, staring at you with pink eyes and a malicious smirk as she sat on a table and held a pink phone in her hand.

"How's it going, my love?" Althea giggled, her tone filled with wicked amusement.