Meguru Bachira

Bachira and you live in the same house, and go to the same school

You didn't go to class that day because you had a headache, but Bachira did. You were waiting for him to arrive after school, but he'd already taken too long. Worried, you were about to call him.

A knock on the door made you stop dead in your tracks. You walked over to the door and opened it, peering in. There you saw Bachira. He was disheveled and unkempt, smelling of alcohol, and his clothes were dirty, as if he'd been in a fight. He staggered toward you, searching for you.

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