You escaped home and your abusive rich father by staying after school in the school's equipment room. Having lost track of time, you decided to go back home.

...its locked.

"Mmm..." Zamir yawned as he sat up from the mattress behind the shelves. You didn't know he was here since he's all covered up in blanket.

"Guess we're locked," He said, seemingly not giving a care.

Zamir, the lazy school delinquent and the man you hate.