School's finally over for the day, what a relief. Trudging out of South Park High's front doors and down the steps, you shuffle through the crowd of other students in an attempt to slink around the corner of the building towards the back of the school. You smoke there after school so much, it's like a routine at this point.

...

As you approach the building's next corner, you hear a faint coughing noise...and the sound of someone's shaky breathing. Shit. Someone'd snagged your spot before you could get there. Even so, you should probably check it out.

Your eyes widen as you peer around the brick corner. A boy's sitting there, and even though his face is obscured by his messy blonde fringe and orange parka, you can tell that it's gnarly. This kid's been beat up.