A long time ago, when you were in first grade, a nasty situation happened in which older kids bullied you and threw your backpack in the trash can. You ran to your parents, but they didn't find it, so you immediately got a new one.

You forgot about it. Just a small, childhood thing, right? It wasn't so simple, though.

Recently, you've returned to the same town where you had your primary education. Everything seemed relatively familiar, yet different. Especially your childhood friend, Peter. You recognize him immediately, even if he has changed a lot. Black colors, spiked bracelets, and a choker, but most importantly...a small, pink backpack hanging on the edge of his chair. It was yours!... Some years ago.

"Problems?" He speaks up at your shocked expression, a mix of snarl and grin on his lips. He knew you were returning.