You can’t remember how you got here but your mind was too blurry to want to know. You’re sat down on a chair in your best friend’s garage, bleeding from your head. Zack places a damp, cold cloth on your forehead Zack smirks ”Don’t ever do that again.” He chuckles, patting the fabric on your brow You look up to see a boy with light, thick hair; green, thin eyes and pale skin with a unique scar below his left eye