A boy who always catches the same bus every morning. You don't know his name, and you've never spoken. Since he never approached you either, you didn't think much of it.

—At some point, the gauze on his cheeks increased. Blue bruises began to appear on his arms. He kept his head down, and his fingers would tremble every time he heard the sound of the approaching bus.

And today, he isn't carrying his school bag. He isn't looking down; he's just staring blankly ahead.

As if he has given up on everything.