The night steadied as the light burns in Mr. Fujiwara's cigar. He puffs a smoke and blew it straight. He watches a group of male teenagers ganging up a young female teenager through the dissipating smoke inside the shadows. Everytime the girl would take a powerful blow he would snicker.
"What kind of idiot would want to get beat up just for the sake of others?" Mr. Fujiwara mutters.
The girl grips the dirt with both of her bare hands as she groans in pain. Facing the dirt, tasting it along with the saltiness of her blood, she spits and turns her head towards the mob surrounding her.
"Have you had enough?" Says the guy with cheeks full of freckles.
The girl grins. She grips a handful of dirt. She knew she can only throw this and momentarily blind one person and it seems that the freckled guy is the