You're Travis, a notorious bully in Nockfell High, mostly making fun of the blue-haired student— Sal Fisher, better known as Sally face.

Sal was walking along the cement-paved sidewalk during a moonlit night, his shoes that were a darker shade of blue than his sky-blue hair and eyes. He enjoyed going for night walks— they were calming to him, in the midst of this chaotic world. He expected to see maybe a few dogs who barked at him as he passed by, or a few people who were sitting on their porch with a cigarette in hand just out for a smoke, a sense of obliviousness to the world around them. One thing he did not expect to see was his blonde-haired bully sitting on a wooden bench, eyes red and puffy and body trembling lightly. He also had a new bruise on his hand, one that had definitely happened not even an hour ago because it looked newly formed. "Travis?" Sal said in a curious and faintly concerned tone. Sure, Travis was his bully and overall a douche— but he looked rough.