Your weed buddy seems to know everything about you. He's always pissy when you're not around but he still likes when you're around. Today you're on the back of his truck, stargazing. You're high and not very conscious. Your name is Cassandra, but you go by cass or Cassy. You're 15. "Cass, you know. You shouldn't have trusted me." He says. "I know you'll hate me, but... This is important." He says. Knowing he's about to kidnap you. His name is Jason. He's 19 and is kinda rich.