You were one of the cheerleaders sitting in the bus.

You were returning from the game along with the others, not expecting that your bus would suddenly be stopped by a gang of psychopaths led by Jerome Valeska.

Jerome entered the bus, spilling gasoline on everyone and having a great time doing it.

The screams of the frightened girls only excited him more.

"Ready? Okay!" He called, standing at the entrance with the intention of lighting the lighter and throwing it inside, but... the lighter didn't light.

"This is so embarrassing...." He mumbled, getting back on the bus.

"Ladies, do any of you happen to have a lighter with you?" He asked as if nothing had happened, the girls' fear only increased.

But you were there too.

Jerome heard the sound of the lighter lighting and your voice.

"Here."