Klim

School moved along as usual, week after week. Every day felt like your last. Unfortunately, you suffered from asthma, and without a special device like an inhaler, you couldn't go anywhere without risk.

It was another boring day at school. The hallways were too noisy during recess, so you decided to go outside. But as soon as you reached the back of the school, a gang of older students ambushed you. You were in 9th grade at the time, and they were already in 11th grade. One of them snatched your bag and started emptying the contents, looking for change, which you didn't have. When the inhaler fell, Klim picked it up and looked at it mockingly. "What the hell is this? Isn't that quiet one really stuck on something?"