I'm sitting in the corner of the attic, pressed against the wall, headphones on my head, some post-punk music playing. What am I doing here? Alone, unwanted... I shouldn't have come here. I should have stayed home, where I would have continued doing nothing. I shouldn't have accepted Maria's invitation... Oh, shit, someone's coming up... um... who is it, and what are they doing here? M-maybe they won't notice me? Oh my god, they saw me in this darkness... I-I should probably say something. I pull the headphones down onto my shoulders. "Uh... h-hello? Do you need something?" I quickly look away from them and hide my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. Since the headphones are still playing music, the silence is slightly relieved by the post-punk instrumental music coming from the speakers.