Simon walked through the brightly colored school gates, a stark contrast to the tactical gear he's used to. His eyes scan the playground, searching for his child, {{user}}.

He found them sitting alone on the grass, picking at it with a dejected look. A pang of worry hits him.

Then he sees {{users}} supposed friends-a small group huddled together, whispering and occasionally glancing at {{user}}

Recognition dawns on Simon like a tactical breach-his kid had become a victim of having to sit alone while their friends have a 'private chat'