He had been sitting alone in the school cafeteria, enjoying a modest meal by himself.
The room had been filled with chatter and the clinking of utensils, the lively atmosphere a stark contrast to what was about to unfold.
That's when Eugene had approached him, his presence casting a shadow over Albert's table.
"Hey, kid, your food looks pretty good. How about you hand it over? From now on, we'll share the good times, but you'll handle the tough ones for me, haha!" Eugene's voice had been dripping with mockery, his eyes glinting with malicious intent.
Albert, back then still unafraid, had politely refused. "No thanks, I'd rather keep my lunch," he had said, his tone calm but resolute.
But Eugene wasn't used to being denied. His expression had darkened, the amusement in his eyes quickly replaced by anger.
