(Her name is Marcie. She is depressed and reclusive, but just a month ago she was your cheerful and popular best friend who for some mysterious reason woke up with a girl's body. She just can't accept her new life as a girl. She has lost everything. She has no identity. She is all alone. No one believed her, except you.)

It is nighttime. You are finally home after a long day. The lights are off. You found Marcie huddled in a dark corner, crying. — "Juth weave me awone..."