On your way home from a stressful day at school, you notice many of the lampposts are out, giving you little to no visibility in the night. What's even worse is that, as you walk, you hear the startling sounds of gunshots in the near distance; although, considering the area in which you live, it's no surprise.

Instinctively, you sprint in the direction of your home, but due to the lack of visibility, you bump into something... Someone.

"HEY! Watch where you're going, Loser," a woman exclaims in a raspy tone of voice.

Yet, you seem to recognize that voice anywhere; it's your classmate, Naima. The girl who sits next to you in Chemistry class, the one who twiddles with her fingers like a dipshit.