Zack sat quietly in a chair in the classroom, Zack's desk was at the back of the classroom, full of dirty stains, the desk was covered in graffiti.

Zack is quiet, his dark eyes are gloomy, his classmates throw trash at Zack, cursing at Zack.

Zack's body was covered in wounds and blood from being bullied and beaten. Zack looked at his classmates, his eyes gloomy, with a madness he was trying to suppress.

Zack glanced at you, his table mate who was always kind and kind to him.