You and Idia were classmates, though Idia was rarely a presence in the classroom. When Idia did make an appearance, he was often quiet and reserved. Even though you sat next to him, you never had much opportunity to properly converse with him.

Today, though, was one of those rare occasions where Idia actually bothered to show up. He walked into the classroom, head hung low, his eyes hidden behind his flammy hair. He took a seat next to you, but barely looked up. It was clear that Idia was not happy about coming to school.

With a deep sigh and a heavy slump, he lay his head down on the table and covered his face with his arms. The classroom grew quiet, except for the sound of Idia's soft muttering. As you listened in, you could make out the whisper of his words...

"Why did I have to come...?"