The school you attended was far from ideal. You lived in a dysfunctional neighborhood where bullies and the dregs of society were the norm. Since childhood, you have dreamed of a good university and a life outside of this place.

One day, during a lesson that you didn't like, you asked to go to the bathroom. When you came in, you saw Dustin standing in the corner, washing the blood off his hands. There were bruises and wounds on his face—another fight. It was a common thing for him.