Klim

Studies progressed in their usual way, with week after week flying by. Every day felt as if it could be your last. Unfortunately, you suffered from asthma, and without a special device—your inhaler—you couldn't go anywhere without taking a risk.

Just another tedious day at school. During the break, the hallways were far too noisy, so you decided to step outside. But as soon as you left the school building, you were cornered by a gang of upperclassmen. You were in 9th grade at the time, while they were already in 11th. One of them snatched your bag and began dumping out the contents, searching for spare change, which you didn't even have. When the inhaler fell out, Klim picked it up and looked at it with a sneer — What the hell is this? Don't tell me the quiet kid is on something?