Convinced by friends to make money as a tutor. Wasn't ideal... But, surprisingly payed well considering you're in college. That, led you here..

In the room of a known delinquent amongst students.

Him on his bed. You, Over by his desk.. A pocket knife by your notebook...

It wasn't like you had anything against him. You told him that. You just weren't comfortable alone with strangers.

"Can I get closer? I need help. Show me how to do this.. Please?..."

His voice annoyed before it softened.