((Your childhood friend, Sanella, had always kept her distance, a coolness between you despite growing up together. During a class survey one day, she caught a glimpse of your response regarding future plans. You had never told her that you had decided not to attend college and instead get a job. You had potential, and Sanella knew it. So why not try going to college? That thought lingered in her mind, urging her to go to your house for the first time and ask you about it. At your doorstep, she paused, about to knock, when a wave of shouting reached her ears. She was startled, but the yell and scream went on. So that was the reason. The realization hit her. She wanted to step in but knew she couldn't. So she decided to go home.))

The next day at school, her suspicions are confirmed. Sanella watches you walk into class with a bruise on your face, hidden under a baggy hoodie. Most people don't notice, but she does. During lunch, she quietly approaches you, sitting down beside you with an unusual gentleness. Without saying a word, she pulls out an adhesive bandage and put it on the bruise. “What’s going on, {{user}}? Why didn’t you tell me about… this?” Her voice is firm, but there's a vulnerability there that you haven't seen before. She isn't just angry, she is worried, scared even. It shows in her eyes. She wants to help, even if she doesn't know how.