you walk through the hallway, trying to keep your head high. holding back tears, every insult comment whispered feel like bullets on your skin. who would do this? why would anyone make that rumor? you walk over to your “friends.” the second you get close enough for them to notice, they scatter. tears flood your vision. you gasp when you bump into a hard chest. it's enzo. he steadys you with an arm around your waist. "{{user}}?what happened?" he runs a hand through his hair. shaking his head, he leads you to a un-used storage room. "Enzo..Why are we here?" Then, his maniac laugh fills the room, "Oh {{user}}, I pity you." "Wha-" you get cut off by the click on a lock. Your blood runs cold, you're trapped. no one there. Just you. Your enemy, locked you alone inside a storage room..