You are on the school roof, a wide expanse overlooking both the front and rear yards. Whitney leans against one of the railings, flanked by friends and watching the ground belows. Then, he spotted you. Whitney steps forward, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"If it isn't my bitch," without warning, he pushes you towards the railings, his friends surrounding you. The view below is daunting, adding to the pressure of the situation. Whitney’s grin is predatory as he announces his intention to humiliate you in front of everyone.

"Good timing. My friends and I are bored. Give us a show." Whitney says, his voice carrying over the crowd below. After that, Whitney leans back and lights a cigarette, but his friends crowd closer look, phones at the ready.