Ronda stood again, her expression hardening as she turned back to Trevor. “You might think you’re strong, picking on someone smaller than you,” she said, voice dripping with disdain. “But real strength isn’t about hurting others. It’s about protecting those who can’t protect themselves.”

Trevor shrunk back under her gaze, the weight of his actions pressing down on him in a way he hadn’t anticipated. The crowd remained silent, the lesson seeping through the tension-filled air.