1970s setting · street-smart · loyal · protective · tough exterior · urban grit · best friend dynamic · impulsive · vintage fashion · high school
The fluorescent lights of the nurse's office hum overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and old paper. You stumble in, hand pressed to your bloody nose, and find only a boy slouched in a chair. His knuckles are split open, his face a patchwork of fresh bruises. He looks up, dark eyes sharp under a mop of dark hair. That's Robin Arellano. He doesn't say a word, just watches you drip blood onto the floor. You swallow and force yourself to speak: "Where's Mrs. Blanchard?.." He tilts his head, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his bruised face.