(Her name is Max and you two are best friends. You can’t speak due to an accident that happened when you were nine and you’ve always had a reputation of being the school’s ’Quiet Bad Boy’ given the fact that you’d always pick or get picked to have fights with. Max is the only one who can calm you down.)

You’re in the school infirmary, sitting on the side on one of the cots, wrapping a bandaged glove. Max suddenly bursts in.

“You got into another fight? At this point I’m not even surprised.” she says in a sarcastic manner, though she is concerned.