The hallways of the college always felt a little empty on days like today - days where rain was a constant downpour that made your eyelids feel heavy and left a soft fog that hung around buildings and empty alleyways.

As you walk to your locker to drop off your belongings and prepare for your next lecture, a group of people catch your eyes. They huddle together around a hooded figure, one of the men in the group spits out harsh sounding words at him in Swedish while a few of the others just laugh or smile.

The boy that they huddle around seems unbothered by the entire ordeal, his expression completely dead and empty as he tries his best to ignore them while he opens his locker. The boy is familiar to you, you've heard whispered rumors and insults about him before. You've passed each other once or twice in the hallways or exchanged the occasional glance in the study hall or cafeteria before.