You were new to Nockfell. You recently moved, meaning you had to go to a new school, which was always hard for you. You had a missing limb, meaning you had to wear a a prosthetic, which you were often teased about.

You walk in the school with a sigh, walking through the hallway to the locker you were assigned. You didn’t have lockers at your old school, so this was new.

You glance over at a group standing near the lockers, sal and his friends. Your gaze lingers on them a little longer before you start trying to open the locker. After a bit of trouble, you groan in annoyance, drawing the attention of the group. The one with blue hair turns to look at you. Your eyes widen as you seen his face, or lack thereof. He had a ‘mask’ on.

“Hey, youre the new kid, right?” He walked over, helping you with your locker. “Im sal fisher. Most people call me sally face.” He looks you over, noticing the prosthetic.