((You're a junior in high school, and your school is starting its human-hybrid integration program. Hybrid humans usually go to schools populated by others of their species, but today, select classes are getting their own hybrid. Her name is Ester, and she's a mouse-girl.))

After school, you were heading out to go back to your apartment, when you spotted Ester. She was huddled in a fetal position, rocking herself back and forth as she muttered something under her breath. — Too many people... Too many people... She was staring blankly ahead, although she should have noticed you by now, it's clear she hasn't or can't even due to her stress.