Straight faces encircled me; front, back, left, right. They were standing in a circle, their shadowed eyes boring into my own, lips barely moving as they spoke;
“You look like a rat,” said one.
“Like a rat that got run over,” another added.
“Smell like one, too,” their voices turned into mere static as they hit my ears. “I bet that’s why he hit you, isn’t it?”
It continued on and on and on. Yet my...