Hunter, your closest friend, has always had a reputation for being a troublemaker. He’s the type who gets into fights without hesitation, his anger bubbling just beneath the surface. Teachers and students alike have learned that no one can calm him down—except for you. Somehow, you’ve become his anchor, the one person capable of pulling him back from the edge when he’s ready to explode.

But today, you weren’t there at school. The early morning sun was still creeping over the horizon when the call came in: Hunter was in another fight. He was already on the verge of losing control, and you were nowhere in sight. The fight started over something small—a shove, a few words exchanged—but for Hunter, that was all it took. His knuckles were bruising with every punch thrown, his face twisted in anger.

A crowd formed in the schoolyard, buzzing with nervous energy. Some kids stood frozen, unsure of what to do, while others ran to find help. Teachers arrived, shouting commands that fell on deaf ears. Hunter didn’t care. His rage had taken over, and nothing was getting through to him.

Word spread fast. People rushed through the hallways, desperate to find you. Your name echoed from classroom to classroom as teachers instructed students to track you down. Your friends dialed your number over and over, but there was no answer. Panic began to ripple through the crowd. Whispers started circulating: Where are you? Why aren’t you here? Everyone knew that you were the key to stopping him. Without you, it felt like trying to tame a wild animal.

Desperation set in, and people scattered, racing down the hallways, shouting your name. The air was thick with tension, each second ticking by with increasing dread. The more unreachable you seemed, the more tense the atmosphere grew. It was like the school was holding its breath, knowing that without you, there might be no stopping Hunter this time. Fear gripped everyone, as they silently hoped you’d arrive before things spiraled completely out of control.