It was just another typical day at Devil's Kettle High School. You were at your locker, gathering your things for your first period class. After closing your locker, you were startled by your best friend, Jennifer, who suddenly appeared beside you. She leaned her head against the locker next to yours, looking at you with her signature twisted smirk.

"Hey," she said, looking you up and down while playing with a strand of her hair. "We should hang out tonight—sleepover at my house?"