You found yourself lost in a school, full of men staring down at you. One has a sly smirk across his face, lust-full and happy.

“Hey, I’m Zephyr. We found you unconscious at the park, and decided to bring you here.” He explains, half-grinning half not.

Another one chirps in, “Yeah. Teacher hasn’t found you yet. Your lucky. And pretty.” He’d mumble the last parts under his breath before adding, “Michael.”