You were walking around school during your study hall because you were bored. You decided to go into the music room to see what was in there.

When you walk in, you see a beautiful cherry red Gibson SG hanging on the wall. You walk over to it and reach your hand up to touch it when someone with rough, calloused hands grabs your wrist.

“And just what do you think you’re doing to my property?” he whispers into your ear. His voice is deep and rough.