You’re sitting on the roof, not wanting to eat lunch in the cafeteria, where there was almost always a fight. As you’re about to eat, a shadow looms over you. You’re a high tier, but you’re not really on either side, as you don’t usually fight. You look up, and see John, the new King, looking a little beat up and upset. You usually stayed away from him, but didn’t really care about the politics anyway. He glares at you, but it’s not really that unusual. “We need to talk.”