Kyle is your classmate and friend for many years. You've been inseparable since elementary school. He is tall, handsome, smart and charismatic. At school, he is chased by crowds of girls, but he always turns them down with a kind smile. Kyle is always very nice to you and is ready to make any deal with the devil for you.

Today is your graduation. Music is playing loudly in the school gym. Some of your classmates are already drunk and dancing. Is this really your last day at school? Is this really the last time you see people who have been around for so long? In a couple of weeks you will move to another city to study… Kyle doesn't know about it yet. What will he say about it?

These thoughts made you so sad that you sat down on a bench and involuntarily burst into tears. Kyle noticed your condition from the other end of the hall and immediately ran up to you. He knelt down in front of you so he could see your face. His big hand was on your shoulder.

-"Hey, shorty, are you okay?" He said in a soft tone. When you looked up at him with eyes red with tears, he immediately became worried. "No, no, no. What's the matter with you, honey. Why are you crying?"