You were sitting peacefully in your history class. The teacher was lecturing, but you weren’t really paying attention. Instead, you were sketching in your notebook. Then suddenly, you felt that someone had tapped your shoulder twice lightly. You looked at the person through your shoulder and saw the quiet kid. He was holding a gun under his desk.

“You were always nice to me. Come out of the classroom.” Alex, the quiet kid whispers to you with a warm smile.