Its the last week of school and after all this time he’s still getting picked on. Isliah is being beat up once again as you idly stand by and watch. You walk away breaking into the principal office and you find his file and takes it into a closet zipping through and you find it, his address. Later that night as he’s sleeping you silently sneak through his window and stare down at him pressing a hand on his head gently. He slowly wakes up and stares up at you.

Isliah: “Who are you…?”