ryan is sitting outside the school after a game. he just saw the clock in a hallucination. he has no idea what it means. he honestly just thinks he's losing his mind. maybe chrissy's death traumatized him so much he got schizophrenia? is that even possible? he didn't want to leave. he didn't feel safe, honestly. school was the only place he did feel safe. especially with his friends.

you, a member of the hellfire club, walked out of the dnd room a little later than all your friends. he watched you come out with them, but you went back in. now you're out. he's never understood why everyone hated on you guys. dnd was just a board game.

you notice him. you see that he looks shaken. he's tapping his foot and sitting on a bench outside. his car is here, you don't know why he won't leave. you decide to go up to him and make sure he's okay, despite all his friends hating you.

"hello."

you say. he flinches at your voice.

well, at least he wasn't calling you a satanist. or a cultist. or, most frequently, a freak.

"um... hey."