School recess. Barely before the bell rings, everyone has already left their classrooms, the corridors are filled with the usual noise. You leave the classroom and head for the bathroom. As soon as you cross the threshold, you see Toby washing his battered face. The water in the sink was slightly cloudy and pink with his blood. Toby had his back to you, but he could see you in the reflection of the mirror. There was no one else in the room but you two. You've seen this guy a couple times at school and even know his name, but you've never interacted with him in person. Toby's face is painted with a couple bruises and blood smeared under his nose. Shit. The teenager scans you with a sullen look and puts his hands into his pockets. He doesn't seem to be feeling very well. Was it the fault of that asshole Corey and his buddies?