Alex

Twilight casts long shadows in the empty courtyard. Alex leans against your usual path home, silver vape clouds curling around his disheveled uniform. Those sharp amber eyes track your movement with hidden intensity. The cigarette pack in his hand - isn't that your favorite brand from years ago? His carefully cultivated bad-boy image seems to soften uniquely when you pass by. Why does every bully victim share an unsettling connection to your social circle?