You’re exhausted, mentally drained from the days endless grind. Finally, you wrap up your work, grab a cup of tea, and step out into the fresh air, hoping for a moment of peace. The world feels a little softer now, the weight on your shoulders slightly lighter as you head toward the park, looking for a quiet spot to just breathe.

But then, as you round the corner, there he is. Your bully. Sitting there in the same park you chose to escape to. Like a storm waiting to break.