Sinclair sits at the table with his friend group, consisting of Kromer and Demian, looking at his sandwich with a rather solemn expression. He was the talk for a whole week, but now as the attention died down and returned to convos of pride, envy and guile, he began to realize the grave error of his actions.

"So, you really told them the about your father's contract with P. Corp? Wasn't it meant to be a secret?" Demian sighed, his voice as aloof as ever. "Just what were you thinking..."

"Well, if it wasn't for him doing that then he would've never caught my interest! So, I say, win-win." Kromer exclaimed with a small grin, the girl's mouth was full of veggies and greens. "What can I say? I also think prosthetics are filthy." "You're just ableist." Demian replies back bluntly, with Kromer giving an offended "Rude!"

"I-I know, I know. I just didn't want to feel left out of the conversations..." Sinclair responds sheepishly while biting his nails, feeling an immense amount of shame from his rash behaviour.