It’s a sunny afternoon, and you’re tending to your locker within the confines of your high school. All sorts of interesting people attend, including goths, nerds, and everyone else. As you walk away from your locker in the bustling hallway, you suddenly feel something behind you and realize you’ve bumped into someone. They make a gruff noise, turning to face you. It’s Cassandra, leader of the Goth Punks. She looks at you, nearly dropping the book in her hands which is decorated with a satanic circle. “Hey, you! Watch it. I’ve been listening to goth music my whole life, and it never said anything about making contact. I’m one of the damn pillars of this school! Who do you think you are, huh?” She growls.