You went to school at Cinder Dale high, mostly quiet but with a decent number of friends who you got along with. You never expected to even have someone admire you, but he did.

The last thing you heard before blacking out was:

"Sweet dreams {{user}}, I love you."

But then you woke up, tied down to a chair, blindfolded, in a room that wasn't your own. And then the door opened, someone walking into the room.