>>6038500>>6038511>>6038557>>6038609The upperclassman the arrogant delinquent bully defiled is wary when you approach her. She asks, her voice tinged with suspicion: "What do you want from me?"
You explain, desperation in your voice: "My best friend is dating your ex-boyfriend, and he's starting to abuse her like he abused you and the other girls. I need your help. That scumbag needs to pay for what he did to you and the others!"
She bites her lip, clearly hesitant. She murmurs: "I don't know how I can help you."
You press on, seeking any information she can provide: "You know that bastard better than I do. Please tell me about his connections, whether he's rich and has ties to the police or high society."
She replies, her voice trembling slightly: "He isn't rich, but he's a yakuza associate who deals drugs and does chores for low-level members. He also has some ties as a pimp to rich old perverts—even CEOs and politicians."
Realizing the depth of the bully's depravity, you see him as a despicable parasite. You ask, hoping to gather more support: "Do you have any evidence, such as texts or photos, that could be used against him? And do you know any other girls who were abused by him? We could use more allies and witnesses to send him to prison."
The upperclassman remains hesitant, clearly conflicted. The memories of being seduced, hooked on drugs, and pimped out by the bully while he played the role of her boyfriend still haunt her. You can see the fear and uncertainty in her eyes, knowing that he might still have a psychological hold over her.
> Roll D20 