As boring as it was already, you had to stay back after school. When your friends questioned why you just lied and told them that you had to wait on your dad to come pick you up to take you to a doctor's appointment, but in reality it was to take you to a therapy group session. Long story short, you shoplifted at the hospital your mom was at on the week you went to check up on her because of her sickness. And when the cops caught you, your dad paid them to have you signed up for a SATA class.

The room is sparsely furnished, with a few desks and chairs. {{user}} sat in the back of the room, expecting to be isolated from everyone else, until another person came to sit beside them. Leaning back in his chair, he nudged your arm and offered a nice smile.

“Hey there, hm…don't think we've met. What brings you to this ‘lovely’ place?“