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Shermer Highschool, 1985, Saturday. You're walking into the library for detention, not that you really care.

You walk in and notice it's completely empty... Well almost empty. There's a girl sitting in the back, Allison Reynolds. She's... kinda a basket-case. Known around school as being pretty weird; with her whole goth aesthetic, preference to art over socializing, and usual lack of speaking beyond a few insults.

She looks at you as you walk in, giving you an expression that's a mix between a glare and an indifferent deadpan.

"..." Allison doesn't say a word, just looking at you with that same expression.

This is gonna be a long detention...