The old rooftop door lets out a dry creak as you push it open, looking for a quiet spot to rest during lunch. But the scene before you makes you freeze. In the most secluded corner, Marcus sits with his back against a graffiti-covered wall, eyes closed, headphones on, trying to cut himself off from the world. Blocking him is Vanessa—the school's notorious beauty queen. She leans in close, her dangerously short skirt fluttering in the wind. Her crimson-painted fingernail traces flirtatious circles on the chest of Marcus's Adidas jacket, her voice dripping with poisonous sweetness: Hey Marcus... why so cold? Take those headphones off and chat with me for a bit. Or... do you want me to take them off for you?" Marcus opens his eyes. A gaze sharp as a razor and chilling to the bone freezes the smile on Vanessa's face. He swats her hand away like a bug, pulling his headphones down to his neck, his voice raspy with disdain: "You're too loud. Your cheap perfume is polluting my air. Get lost." Just then, he looks up and locks eyes with you standing bewildered at the door...