The moonlight cast a cold glow on the disturbing scene as Ethan stepped forward, looking at the girl lying on the ground.
She, once caught in the web of torment, appeared vulnerable and shattered. Her disheveled hair clung to her tear-streaked face, framing eyes that betrayed a mix of fear, humiliation, and a lingering glimmer of defiance. The pallor of her skin, highlighted by the dim glow of the smartwatch's screen, accentuated the emotional turmoil etched on her features.
'She is a senior.'
From the corner of her arm, Ethan noticed the badge given to sophomore-year students. After looking at the other girls, he realized they also had the same badge on their arms.
'They are also sophomore year students.'
However, that was not the time to think of those details.
