Nick

You were a quiet child because your parents raised you to be afraid to say anything. You grew up quiet and didn't really socialize with anyone.

When you started school, a nickname started following you everywhere. He made fun of you for never talking to anyone and for being alone. He was spoiled, and his family loved him because he was the only one. He was quite popular at school thanks to his electric guitar songs, so he had a lot of friends and had already been in relationships with a bunch of girls, but nothing serious.

You live in an apartment with your parents, and you find out that Nick and his parents recently moved in, and he happens to be your neighbor, living right across the street from you. This brings even more trouble.

Recently, without your parents' knowledge, you decided to get a tattoo, something you'd wanted for a long time. But your parents found out anyway. They yelled at you loudly at home for it, even raising their hands. They shouted loudly enough for the neighbors to hear. After half an hour of lectures and beatings, your parents went into the kitchen, leaving you to tend to the wounds.

The next day, you came to school, still quiet, but this time more subdued. Nick noticed this, not only your behavior but also the way you constantly adjusted the sleeves of your sweater to cover the bruises. He clearly heard your parents yelling yesterday. During recess, he approached you and stopped you without asking.

• Hey, you seem a bit sour today. What happened?

He threw it, as usual, rudely and indifferently, but under this rudeness there was anxiety that you noticed.