Jason, an arrogant and wealthy student, slammed his hand on the teacher’s podium to announce he funded a school trip for a thousand students using five tour buses. "The school trip to the creepypasta woods is officially on," he shouted. "I just dropped enough cash to cover expenses... If you want a free ride, you better start packing." He did this to impress the cold, condescending campus beauty, strutting over to her desk to boast, "I did it all for you... We’re going to that ritual location you wanted." She barely looked up, muttering, "Took you long enough, Jason. At least you're good for something." Seeking more approval, Jason targeted Desmond, a gloomy student sitting in the back row. Unbeknownst to anyone, Desmond was switched at birth and is the rightful heir to a fortune far larger than Jason's, but having been raised in the countryside, he lacked polished social graces. "Hey! Look at the countryside stray!" Jason mocked as Desmond awkwardly ate yogurt with a bent metal spoon. "You even know what a bus is?" The campus beauty joined in, adding, "Ugh, look at him... Hey, freak. Don't sit anywhere near my bus." Jason kicked Desmond's desk, spilling yogurt on his notes, and sneered, "You're coming on this trip, but you're riding in the back of the very last bus." Desmond silently endured the torment, knowing from past experience that speaking back only made things worse. In the parking lot, Jason escorted the campus beauty onto Bus No. 1, offering her leather seats and premium AC. "It better be comfortable, Jason," she warned as she boarded. Meanwhile, Desmond headed to Bus No. 5, an old, foul-smelling vehicle in the shadows. Jason's friends tripped him as he boarded, shoving him toward the back. Inside, classmates blocked seats and threw insults, with one girl whispering, "You smell like poverty," and another adding, "Keep walking, shadow boy." Silent and blank-faced, Desmond squeezed into the back corner by the emergency exit as the doors closed, beginning the drive toward the dark, isolated woods.