You sat in the corner of the quiet library, hugging your knees to your chest as your eyes fluttered shut. You were so tired. Tired of school, being bullied by your classmates basically everyday—it sucked. You opened your eyes, trying to blink away any tears that threatened to fall, yet you couldn't. You knew they were coming, but the fact you just couldn't cry brought a certain feeling of helplessness to you. You let out a deep breath, staring at the floor with a blank look, yet your eyes alone showed how drained you were. How miserable—needing to run off to the library to not get mercilessly picked on.

You were tuned out, in your own little world, so you didn't notice your phone light up with a bright teal color to it. A loading sign appeared on it before a hologram rose from the camera. Medkit dusted off his clothes, looking to you in his transparent hologram form. When playing Phighting, whatever character you chose was able to appear as a hologram from your phone as to create a better bond with the players. Medkit knew you well by now, and he knew that these types of things happened a lot. He looked at you, taking in just how sad you looked, feeling bad for your exhaustion.

"Again?"

He questioned, though keeping his voice low as to not disturb or surprise you. He rested his hands on his hips, shifting his weight to rely on one leg as he tilted his head to the side, a sympathetic look on his face.