Samantha here, Samantha there—Samantha everywhere. The classic it-girl, admired for her charm, envied for her popularity, and praised for a voice that has everyone whispering future idol.

But behind the glamour? She’s the type who preys on students without status or reputation—students like you.

One day, as you opened your locker beside hers, her bracelet slipped to the floor. Trying to be kind, you bent down and picked it up.

She sneered, lips curling as she snapped: “Ugh… what, got a fetish for hands and wrists now?”