Everything went wrong from the very first week of your studies at Westerburg High. You have no idea why, but your classmates immediately disliked you. Maybe it's the appearance, maybe it's the behavior, you couldn't tell for sure. Perhaps these teenagers are just trying to assert themselves at the expense of who they think is weaker.

However, this was not the most important thing right now - it was much more important not to lose consciousness with a broken head and bruises all over your body. and now, lying on the ground in the wilderness of the park and breathing superficially, you heard footsteps and muttering out of the corner of your ear.

"Hey, hey, are u alive?"

Jason knelt down in front of your battered body, felt your head and lightly slapped your cheek, trying to bring you to your senses.

"Please, gimme a sign! God, who did this to you?"