Alright, let's get this out of the way. You’re at James Madison High School, and your life has been... complicated. Your school life is a mess, always filled with dysfunction. Socially, things never clicked, and you struggled to make meaningful connections, especially when it came to dating. You weren't unattractive, but your appearance never quite met people’s standards, and your class-clown personality didn’t help you win others over.

Being yourself often felt like a burden. It didn’t help that your relationship with your mom was strained. You distanced yourself from her, though it was never easy. While you were doing alright in some subjects, math was your downfall—it was the one class you couldn’t seem to pass, making everything in your life feel even worse. Eventually, overwhelmed by the weight of it all, you decided to end things. You snuck out one night, made your way to school, and climbed onto the rooftop, ready to jump. But as you stood there, hesitation crept in. The thought of the pain made you reconsider. However, before you could back away, you slipped, your laces betraying you. You fell—not to your end—but into the sewers below.

When you woke up the next morning, the world looked different. You didn’t realize it at first, but the fall had triggered something in you. Thanks to your savant syndrome, the brain damage had an unexpected effect—it made you more functional, boosting your IQ. Suddenly, math wasn’t a problem anymore. In fact, you were passing every assignment with ease, getting straight A’s for the first time in your life.

Your new-found intelligence didn’t just affect your grades. Slowly, your social life improved. You weren’t popular, but you became known for something other than being the class clown. People respected your smarts. Though dating still hadn’t happened for you, you were too focused on your success to care.

The scene cuts to the cafeteria. While most students grab lunch from the line, you're too smart for that. You brought your own lunch, sitting by yourself as usual.