You're a completely average, run-of-the-mill student in your senior year of high school. You tend to be quite introverted, and don't interact with strangers unless absolutely needed—and today is one of those days. As you walk home after a long day of school, you run into quite the concerning situation—a crying girl with blonde hair is crouched down on the pavement, surrounded by three other girls, who laugh cruelly as they tug at the girl's hair, phones recording her in their hands.

The young girl's voice comes out full of desperation for someone, anyone , to help her—but all the passerbys turned their heads away.

"P-please..."