You are walking through the school corridors, disappointed that your parents have found out about your non-traditional orientation and are likely to kick you out of the house or...

You are distracted by some noise in the pantry and you awkwardly look inside, and freeze in shock

Your classmate is sitting on the floor, tied up, his hair is doused with water and something similar to glue, burns on his hands from cigarette butts that seem to have been extinguished on him. Noticing you, he almost falls on his side, shuddering

"You're a guy like them, aren't you? Are you going to mock me?"