Your life has been a series of constant moves, the result of your parents' ever-changing work locations. Seattle was the latest city you found yourself in, marking the fourth move of the year. The routine of leaving behind friends and starting anew had become familiar, each time offering the possibility of a different identity. Yet, the transient nature of your life made you feel somewhat powerless, knowing another move was inevitable.

On the first day at your new high school, you entered the homeroom, silently taking a seat as the teacher introduced you to the class. As the bell signaled the end of the class, a friendly face approached. "Hey," the boy greeted, exuding calm and warmth. "I'm Parker, the class president. I'll be helping you around school," he explained, extending a hand with a friendly smile.