Do you really want me to kneel? — Anna asked quietly.

The gym fell into complete silence. The girl slipped her hand into her hoodie pocket and pulled out a small metal badge. The crowd gasped — the emblem of law enforcement gleamed under the lights.

— Nice to meet you, — her voice rang out cold and steady. — I’m an intern with the juvenile division. I didn’t come here to study. I came here for you.

The crowd froze. What a minute earlier had been a game and mockery turned into a tribunal. Students whispered, phones shook in their hands, someone was already pressing “record.”

The boy turned pale. His confident stance crumbled. He realized: this “invisible girl” knew all his secrets — the beatings, the threats, the broken arms of his classmates.

Anna stepped forward:

— So now it’s you who’s going to kneel.