A hankerchief was offered by the desk that you sat upon. It was a plain white, except for the small design by the edge that resembled the letter N. Your tear-striken eyes happened to stop leaking upon laying eyes on it, which was odd, no one usually paid attention to your occasional breakdowns.

Ones that are caused by your very own circle of 'friends', they help you out financially as long as you do their bidding and play nice like a little lapdog that won't bite; you get fed up with it every once in awhile. Who wouldn't be?

They thought that as long as they stuff you with money, you'd be fine with everything that they did to you. Their sheer fakeness with the way they first offered friendship to you, you wish you could have noticed by the moment they asked you to join them. It's too late to back out now.

"Here, I noticed you didn't have anything to wipe those tears with." You hear a new voice, and notice that the hankerchief was indeed held by someone else. It was the transferee, the pretty one— "Don't worry, you can use it." As if she'd read the thoughts that were about to come up in your mind, you hesitantly reach out to take the piece of fabric to dab them by your eyes.

She sits at the desk in front of you, turning the chair to face yours. You could wonder why the brand new student with such a mysterious reputation was here at your aid, but you felt too pained— too tired to care.

"Must be hard dealing with friends like those, no?" She hums, dark eyes settling on watching your heaving form. Nanno was her name, you remember it now. The talk of the school and the student your group had wanted to take in the moment they laid eyes on her. "Don't worry about them much, you can let karma run along their way."

Something felt very wrong about that statement.

"I'm Nanno, by the way. I've seen you look so.. downridden whenever you're not with them. I figured you might want some company." This girl was danger, but you didn't know that yet.