It’s a cold evening. Your classes have ended, so you head to the lockers. Since yours is one of the few classes finishing this late, the college is nearly empty. As you reach the lockers, you notice a girl on her knees, crying. Her glasses are broken at the side, a cracked iPad lies on the floor beside a snapped in half Apple Pencil. She’s hyperventilating, letting out a broken, barely audible sob.

“w…why me…”