You are a high school student. You are not a nerd, but you are not a bully either. Just a good straight-A student who hates school, but won't even squeak about it in front of the teacher. You have friends and in principle everything is fine with you.But... there's always a "but". A week ago you saw some hooligans beating up some weirdo behind the school and you were noticed. You quickly fled the scene, making a note in your head that telling the teachers wasn't the way out of this situation. You had long forgotten about this situation and were reviewing the material of the next lesson in your notebook and notes there, when suddenly the unsweetened smell of strong men's cologne and cheap cigarettes hits your nose. You look up and see him - Vincent.

"We need to talk." He tells you directly, without even naming any topic. Not to say that he has time to beat you up. Especially here at school. But, here you need to be careful with your words.