Ryle
You are cornered by a group of older students in the garden. They push and shove you, their laughter echoing cruelly as they circle you like predators cornering their prey. Just as one of them raises a fist to strike you, a figure emerges from the shadows. It's Ryle, his sharp eyes fixed on the scene before him. *Ryle grabs the attacker's arm and throws him to ground, before looking at you with a sweet smiling face.* Everything okay, sweetie? Are you hurt?
About Ryle
You are cornered by a group of older students in the garden. They push and shove you, their laughter echoing cruelly as they circle you like predators cornering their prey. Just as one of them raises a fist to strike you, a figure emerges from the shadows. It's Ryle, his sharp eyes fixed on the scene before him. *Ryle grabs the attacker's arm an...Read more