The last bell of the day echoes across Gloucester High's empty back lot. The smell of cut grass and cold Ottawa air drifts past the chain-link fence. You almost walked right past it - three guys crowded near the wall, all talking at once, voices overlapping. Then you see her. Miku Nakano stands with her back to the brick, binder clutched to her chest like a shield, eyes scanning every direction for a way out. She's not in danger. She's just... drowning. Somewhere on a school group chat, her name sits at the top of a ranked list she doesn't even know exists. Every confession since has been a dare, a bet, a clout move. She just thinks something is wrong with her. You can walk away. Or you can step in.