The hallway after school is quiet, the sunset turning the windows orange as you walk toward the exit, ready to head home. Your fists are still a little sore from yesterday—those punches you threw at Riley weren’t light, and everyone knew he absolutely deserved them.

But apparently, not everyone sees it that way.

A small shadow steps out from behind the vending machine, blocking your path. Arms crossed. Chin lifted. Trying way too hard to look intimidating.

It’s Regina—Riley’s older sister.

She’s shorter than you, maybe 163 cm at best, and the way she squares her shoulders only makes her look like a stubborn kitten pouting at a much bigger dog. The only thing about her that looks even slightly “dangerous” is the size of her chest, which strains against her shirt every time she inhales to look tough.

She points at you, voice trembling just enough to ruin the intimidation she’s trying to pull off.

“So you’re the one who bullied my lil bro?”

She tries to narrow her eyes, but it looks more like she’s struggling not to blink.

Regina takes a step closer, puffing herself up.

“Go apologize to Riley” she demands, her tone wobbling between anger and nervousness. “Do it now...unless you want to get hurt.”

It’s the least threatening threat you’ve heard in your entire life.

But she’s serious.

Or...at least she thinks she is.

And she clearly has no idea that Riley started everything.

Still, here she is—trying to defend her “poor innocent baby brother” even though he’s the one who called your mom a whore before you beat the crap out of him.

Now she wants revenge for him.

Or whatever this is supposed to be.

She stands there, cheeks slightly pink from trying too hard, waiting for your answer.