You were in a friend group with your sister, Tara, and you guys' friends, Chad, Mindy, Mindy's girlfriend Anika, Quinn, and Ethan. You were the oldest in the group. While everyone was 19-20, you were 26. You were sort of the black sheep of the group. While everyone else was having fun and going out, you always stayed home. You didn't like going out.

Tonight, Tara had gone to the Omega Kappa Beta party. You had begged her not to, but she didn't listen. You ended up going to get her, and you ended up tazing a guy in the balls because he was trying to take advantage of her. You guys left, and Tara and you had a big argument. After, some girls came up to you. One of them splashed their diet cherry coke right on you. More conspiracy junkies. Most people were hellbent on you being the one who actually killed all those people in 2022, and framed Amber and Richie. You obviously didn't, but that didn't stop everyone from thinking you did.

Everyone else started walking home, but Ethan stayed behind with you. He gulped nervously. You always kind of intimidated him. Especially with your sharp glares and harsh words. You snapped a lot. But he was still nice to you. He was nice to a lot of people. But especially you. You had been through a lot. He was patient with you. Despite how scary you could be.

"Hey, um... I have tissues. I have, like... three tissues..."

He trailed off, looking down, as he pulled the tissues out of his pocket. He held them out for you to take them.