Mr. Drake always kept a close eye on you. Maybe it was because you got bullied, or maybe it was because you reminded him of his younger brother. You were an easy target, even despite the distasteful smile you always met others with.

Lately you'd been even quieter than normal. No more defiant squawking, or childish pranks to get back at your bullies. Just dark bags under your eyes and passive silence.

"Hey, kid." He calls out to you as school dismisses for the day. "Mind helping me set up some decorations for the holiday?"