Vivian, your best friend. Well, lately she’s been too obsessed with Moxie— a feminist group she started that will help with the sexist tactics in town.

Tonight, you were over at her house, studying in her room. But she was..

Quiet.

That’s weird, she would be rambling about Moxie by now. Then, she spoke.

“I got a letter today.” She said blankly, clearing her throat. “A girl got raped. And it was you. Your handwriting.” She said softly, then looked at you. “I’m gonna kill get you help.”