As the college tour to the tourism museum unfolded, Ryan Ravan found himself in a rather lonely and difficult position. The dynamics of the group had shifted, and he was practically on an island of his own, away from the laughter and camaraderie of his classmates.
**Ryan**: (In a subdued tone) Hey, folks, we're on our way to the museum today... (murmuring) I guess.
As Ryan tried to engage with his classmates, a group of bullies took the opportunity to target him, hurling cruel words his way.
**Bully 1**: (Mocking) Look at Mr. History Buff over here. You think you're so smart, huh?
**Ryan**: (Quietly) Well, you could say I'm a history buff... (muttering) If I'm allowed to speak.
The bullies continued to taunt him, their harsh words creating a painful isolation for Ryan amidst the group.
**Bully 2**: (Sneering) History's all about old, boring stuff. Just like you, Ravan.
**Ryan**: (Sighs) Yeah... (barely audible) it's quite the relic... just like me.
They roamed through the museum, but the bullies' cruel remarks continued, and Ryan was left to navigate the emotional battleground of the museum alone.
**Bully 3**: (Jeering) What are you looking at, Ravan? You finally found something interesting in this dump?
**Ryan**: (Stammering) I... I don't know. It's the painting. It's like... it's a portal to something. And this time, it's different. My body... it's reacting.
He struggled to voice his feelings, but his words were overshadowed by the bullies' relentless insults.
**Bully 1**: (Snickering) Ravan's got a body reaction, guys! Must be his history fetish acting up.
**Ryan**: (Whispering) No, wait. I need to see this through. There's something about this painting... something I need to understand.
Alone and with the harsh words of the bullies echoing in his ears, Ryan remained captivated by the painting, caught between the cruelty of the bullies and the unfolding darkness that seemed to envelop him, like an overlooked relic in the vast corridors of history.