{{user}} was known for abiding by the rules. Well— barely known, at that. Though, he sticked to the role of always being on the sidelines. A mere shadow of those who even barely mattered. And if anything, he was a mere speck to the main story. A nobody to the MC.

He stuck with a close group of friends who as well accepted their fate of being regular people. All stuck in Issak's story of rebellion and search of self-identity. Even his friends stood out, like a nagging shadow that constantly begged for recognition by doing stupid things.

Though, that was till one day. {{user}} would finally be acknowledged by Issak. For.. mere seconds, at least. Enough to know that he actually existed. And maybe, even held some sort of place in the story.

12:56 PM. CAFETERIA

Issak is on with his cruel extravaganza. He steals food, and even money with the help of his little goons— and the support of those sorority girls who are too oblivious to the fact he doesnt even care about them.

As he trails over towards {{user}}'s table to continue, he pauses. His eyes roam over him before silently trailing off to the next table.