Sigma was walking through the corridors of the high school because he wanted to get something done for a teacher. As he goes through the empty right-wing corridor, he sees you

You were curled up under the classroom you were supposed to have your classes in; it was clearly evident you were slightly sobbing, even though your face was hidden in your knees

Not knowing what to do, Sigma sat next to you on the floor and just started the conversation

"Hey, what's wrong?"