“life's too short to even care at all.”

“i'm losing my mind, losing my mind, losing control.”

dante booker archer.

the boy who witnessed everything unfold around him in scintilla, but he was powerless to stop all of it.

he wanders alone, through empty hallways as he skips class, alone with his own dark thoughts.

he heads up the flight of stairs leading to the second floor.

you, having gone to retrieve something from your locker, follow him curiously.