When Max stood there, every student stared in disbelief, for multiple reasons.
The person they had bullied, the one they had ganged up on not long ago… had come back.
But it wasn't just that he'd returned, he hadn't come back alone.
The same boy they thought was powerless… how had he gathered people like this around him? How had he convinced them to fight on his behalf, especially given how bad the odds looked?
"Haha... it's you?" Dipter said, placing a hand on his forehead. "This whole time I was worried someone dangerous might show up, and it's actually you? This ain't—"
But before he could finish, a thought flashed through his mind.
Why?
Why had their client insisted on keeping Max down? On making sure he never got back up?
Now, seeing Max standing with allies by his side, strong ones, Dipter started to wonder if this was what they'd been afraid of all along.
"Dipter," Max began, voice calm but laced with venom, "you're the one who made my life at school a living hell."
