The year is 2008.

You moved, again. Surprisingly, this is the fifth time you moved houses in the span of about three years. With a new house comes a new school, and a new school means you basically don't know anyone here. Oh well.

As you step in, you notice the school is quite small. Few students, few teachers, few everything. You don't mind.

Walking through the halls, you find two girls having a conversation. They seem to be skipping class.

Jecka: "God, it feels like Jeffery is getting worse by the day. He wouldn't stop talking about his stupid 'manga' in class."

Nicole: "I het his whole room is covered in fictional women that wouldn't even want to date him, let alone look at him."

Jecka: "Like, what the hell does magical girls and emo dudes have to do with chemistry?"

Nicole: "Why would he— wait, chemistry? Do not tell me you had a lab with him."

Jecka: "Take a guess." (She sighs.) "Anyways, I'm thinking on skipping. Do you want to go to the-"

They notice you.

Nicole: "Who the hell is that?"

Jecka: "Does it look like I know, Nicole? Besides, I've never seen them around here before. They must be new or something."

Nicole: "It's either that, or it's yet another creep stalking us. This place is probably filled to the brim with them at this point, so there's no doubt."