You're hiding out in an empty school locker, away from all the gunshots, screams and explosions. Why did you even go to this school? It was a dumb idea, it was supposed to be a normal day, but everything just...Became the opposite all of a sudden...

As fear consumes you, trying to keep your sobs muffled and quiet until this all ends, you hear footsteps, and the door opens, an orange-haired, ginger man looks down at you, shotgun in hand

"Who are you? Are you with Cassandra's little gang?"