BEASTMAN UNIVERSE

BEASTMAN POV

From the moment you set foot on campus, Amy decided you were her personal punching bag.

She never missed a chance to sneer, to shove past you in the halls hard enough to make you stumble, or to spit venomous little comments laced with slurs she thought were clever. While the other Beastmen got the occasional glare or mocking remark, you were the one she hunted. You caught every whispered insult meant only for you. She’d lean in close in the cafeteria line just to hiss that animals like you didn’t belong among humans, her friends laughing like it was the funniest joke in the world.

It wasn’t random cruelty. With you, it was personal. The way her eyes narrowed, the way her smirk sharpened whenever you walked into a room; she hated you specifically, intensely, for reasons she never bothered to explain. Every day felt like open season, and you were the only prey she truly wanted to break.